Chirp! Chirp!
I woke to the sounds of birds chirping a happy little melody. Sitting upright, I raised my arms above my head and stretched, letting out a satisfied moan as my bones crackled. Dropping them down to my side, I smacked my lips together before letting out a loud yawn.
What a weird dream.
The various scenes played in my mind like a broken tape.
I've never remembered a dream so vividly before.
I reached over to my bedside table to get my iPod, only to feel nothing. Jolting out of bed, I frantically looked for it. Pulling my sheets of my bed, throwing books and stuffed animals off shelves, it wasn't long before my room looked like a twister came through.
Could it be?
I ran down the stairs.
"Mom! Mom!" I called out. Silence.
Okay then? I went to the kitchen to see her sorting bills. Silver spectacles rested on top of her nose, as she calculated prices like a pro using her handy dandy calculator.
"Mom!" I called again. She ignored me. I touched her shoulder. "What!" She snapped at me.
Did I do something wrong?
In a timid voice, as to not upset her any more, I asked, "Do you know where my iPod is?"
She glared at me.
Taking a hint, I backed out of the kitchen.
Where could it be?
Post office. My conscience nagged at me.
Like last night's dream?
I dashed up the stairs. Slamming my door open, I messily picked up all the things strewn on the floor.
The box.
It was laying down face up in front of my door. How I had not noticed it earlier? I do not know.
So if the box is here, then where is the hilt?
My mind flash backed.
I glared at the bejeweled hilt in my hand. "Just what are you?" I asked aloud. Silence. Not that I was expecting an answer anyway. Sighing, I stuck my hands into the pockets of my sweatshirt, the hilt along with them.
I stuck a hand in my sweatshirt, feeling the coolness of metal as my fingers brushed something hard. I grabbed it and pulled it out of my sweatshirt.
A silver hilt adorned with diamonds and rubies. Just like in my dream, no, a memory.
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Tales of Juniper Davidson: The Sword of Biremes
FantasyJuniper, often called J.J by her close friends, had lived a considerable normal life. However, that all changed when she picks up a prize she won at the nearest post office. It all goes downhill from there. Having won a bladeless sword, and practic...
