The Dungeon

Danny woke up and stepped out of his bed. He let out a yawn and looked at Conor who was laying on his bed up right. 

The alarm hadn't gone off yet and he looked at the merry rain falling down on Calliberone. 

It has been almost a week living alone. Not alone, but he felt like it. Danny came to the cupboard and opened it. 

"Conor! Get the hell up! It's already 8! Man!! Get up!" yelled Danny to the boy sleeping on his bed. Then, Danny looked at the little mirror that was placed inside the cupboard. 

He saw his messy bed head and he made it into a fine looking hair with his hand. 

"Well... Today's the hard part Danny. Protect your damn self and the girls." Danny said to himself, looking into the mirror. 

*Talking to your own damned self? What a shit. Just believe in your goddamn self!" yelled the soul. Danny didn't to listen to the soul. 

"Better than talking to you."