This has been advanced in plot to the point of first battle right over. but let's not get ahead.

Chapter 2: The Running writer
-"Rev... Rev, yes that is my name..."

Saying that makes my head much clearer. I remember that I'm a student at a university, not for brawn but more my brains. If I where to look at my body I would be considered average with being 1.80 meters tall, but no real brawn on top except for my legs since I love running and walking around so much, my green joy-full eyes, youth full face and my high voice makes me look and be treated more like a kid three years younger then my real age. Me being almost 20 that sounds like a bad comment. It annoyed me so much that at times I wished to look more like a man and not a boy. Still something kept me saying that out loud.
I have another mayor hobby that is writing stories, that because I dream a lot and like to pen them down, making a story of a few together. Telling them to the kids in my neighborhood. Why haven't I told my parents about this nightmare? They are already troubled by something else, I don't want to ad mine to theirs so that's why I won't say a thing.

Is there another reason?
Where will this story go next? Your choices are below...


1. This dream is a vision
2. There is none, you're just woried *
3. other *

p.s. options with * don't have an existing part