Ennui. X

Jordan rose from his bed, sore in all places. It was like an insect had been nibbling on his muscles, slowly tearing them apart. He stretched, and yawned, and walked to the kitchen table hoping for a nice breakfast that could alleviate his soreness.

At the kitchen table was a plate of rye bread, slices of banana, and a nice cold glass of milk. Goat's milk, he hoped. It tasted nicer than the cow's milk.

Adria and Josiah must have been to the town hall. Lately there was danger of demons arriving from the coast. Vile foul creatures who feast upon the flesh of man, indiscriminate between female or male. Their horns on the head make menacing creatures, along with snarling sprouted teeth that seem to scare any living being.

Their chiseled red body was just the cherry on top.

The elders at the town hall should be giving the announcements to the adults in case of emergency. Evacuating by the sea would be the worst choice, seeing as how that's where the demons came from. Fleeing further inside to the land is plausible, but pulls in concerns of life stability.

'Which is worse, living a worse life, or none at all?' he pondered as he swallowed the rye bread.

Just as he was about to munch on his last slice of banana, a tremor in the ground made him drop it. In his eyes, he saw the banana fall ever so slowly to the table, spinning and flipping wildly.

The tremor made him stand up and look outside the window looking for the source. A quick glance outside would show red figures on all fours running swiftly towards the village. When one of them ran past Jordan, all he saw was a blur of red.

"Demons! Demons have come!" a bell sounded.

Jordan recalled in his previous four years training with his father the significance of that bell. Demons truly have come for the village.

As if an on switch was flicked in his brain, he hurriedly snatched his sword and gear for the battle against the demons. He rushed out the door swinging his sword with ferocious vigor against the horns of the demons.

Heads were lobbed off and blood splattered on to his leather gear, tainting it with dirty blood. He continued on his slaughtering without any injuries nor a scratch on his body. Seemingly fluid and graceful movements of the sword yet which contained enough bloodlust, one might think Jordan was a master swordsman.

'Have I found my calling? To slay my enemies with my blade?'

Only after killing thirty more demons effortlessly did he realize that wielding the sword was truly for him.

He heard a high-pitched scream coming from the center of the village. A fair lady had fallen and surrounding her was the demons he had yet to slain.

The lady was sobbing as she begged for mercy. But the demons do not listen to the ramblings of man. A single swipe was enough to kill the lady, and a single swipe it did.

Just as its hand was about to reach her head, the hand lobbed off just like the other demon's head. Jordan fought the demon with all he had left, finally ending it, and saving the fair lady.

He walked to the fair lady and helped her to her feet. She gazed into his eyes and he did too for her. Like staring to the vast ocean, her blue eyes seemed to put Jordan in a daze. Her beautiful blond hair which rested above her shoulders and her round face. She wore a fitting blue garb.

"Thank you, Jordan. My name is Chloe, Chloe Grace. Thank you for saving me." She thanked profusely.

Then, Jordan found himself in a wedding ceremony with Chloe Grace wearing a brides dress. Her face even more beautiful than moments before.

"Do you,' asked the priest, 'Jordan Carter take Chloe Grace to be your wife?"

"Y…yes!" in a moment of panic and confusion, he agreed with the priest.

"And do you, Chloe Grace take Jordan Carter to be your husband?"

"Yes! Yes I do!"

"You may now kiss." The priest declared.

Chloe puckered her lips and brought it closer to Jordan, who also puckered his lips. He was about to be married to the most beautiful girl in the world even though he had just met her mere moments ago. But who was going to complain? She was eerily beautiful and gorgeous. Jordan wondered how he had never seen her before.

Just as their lips were going to touch, he jolted awake. He found himself back at the table, with one last slice of banana and a little drool on his mouth and plate.

"Tired aren't ya Jordan? Well we'll take a little rest today I guess. You were training hard yesterday," his father commented.

'It was a dream?!'

Jordan admonished himself for believing his dream was true. In hindsight, he couldn't have been that good in swordsmanship even when his body was sore all over. Nor could he have met the most beautiful girl in the world and marrying her moments later.

He chewed on his banana slowly, muttering to himself that at least one of them was true. Inside his heart however, he truly only wanted one to happen.