□Hero's Perspective□

Why was it white?

This is so annoying. Fuck, is this what people feel like when they stare directly at my eyes? Hurts.

It turns black again, before flashing into multiple colors. First, I see the plain and boring brown, and see myself looking a building of some sort. The layout looks familiar, but I was looking at some balcony. The lights were switched on, and there was clearly someone inside.

"Look, Adam, calm down."

"Just breath, man, come on."

Okay, dude's got friends in here.

I feel myself moving- wait why am I on a tree -and I leap from branch to branch expertly. I finally settle on the closest branch and let my feet dangle down. I lean against the tree's trunk and peer inside. I noticed that it was night time, although my night vision has helped me loads.

I see three people. Three men. Three... Soldiers.

Southern Military soldiers.

My eyes immediately look for their rank. I'm looking at a commander, corporal and sergeant. The corporal and sergeant are surrounding their superior, in a stance as if they were trying to restrain him. I take a look at the commander. His brown hair were parted to both sides, and he has a low small ponytail. A glimmer caught the light and I narrow my eyes at something dangling around his neck. It was some sort of amulet, and it had a purple gem. It gave out a low glow. My eyes snap to his face, and he looked pissed.

His ears were red and he was panting heavily, obviously trying to restrain himself from doing something he might regret. He was rather tall, but then again, everyone was taller than me. He looked built, though not as impressive from what I've seen. Generally, he looks like a child who was about to throw a major tantrum.

Growing bored, I turn to the corporal. Your seconds-in-command was your friend, your buddy. Someone you could trust. My lieutenant corporal, now general, had retired recently. I read the news. This corporal, looked equally as bored as I was. He looked at his commander unamused, and rather irritated. He had unusually long hair, since he had to pin it up to his forehead. His eyes were a little odd. They were darker than the commander's amulet, a purple almost black color. They darkened each second, growing more and more tired with the commander. He wore his usual uniform, his rank proudly on his shoulder. He had these bright green bands on his wrists, not advised, but it looks cool, I guess.

Then I look at the sergeant. He reminds me of myself when I was young. Soft and innocent. He has hair that was a shade or two lighter than mine, and piercing blue eyes. They were darker than my old ones were, but they sparkled and looked rather nice. He looked rather concerned for his commander, who was shouting now.

The corporal started yelling back, and they kept on bickering and quarreling. I watch the sergeant try feebly to break up the fight. The commander brought a fist back, and I heard a crash.

Everyone turned behind the commander. His fist has not collided with anything, it was just in the air ready to swing. Behind him though, against the wall, there was a hole. A hole right through the wood. The commander gasped and cradled his fist, before shouting at the two to get out. Curious, I peered closer. The commander was panicking, and I saw a glimpse of golden eyes. Pure gold and fiercely glowing.

Like mine.

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I wake.

I fell asleep on a tree.

And I didn't have a nightmare nor a panic attack.

I swung my legs over the branch. That kid, he was the commander of the Southern Military. I saw him in the papers the other day. I may have forgotten his name.

I've been getting similar dreams of the same trio. It was better than nightmares, yeah, but they were always centered on the three. Sometimes they wore their uniforms, sometimes they wore normal clothes, probably on a break day. Each dream always had them in a fight, usually with the commander and corporal. The commander was observed to have quite the short temper, and it would tick off his corporal.

I want these dreams to stop, honestly, so I ready myself for a long teleport.

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"Wake up, little bro."

Markus jerked awake in his bed, and he glared at me through his hands. He sat up and rubbed at his eyes blearily and I decided to find a seat on his desk. I wait for him to leave his bed and go to the vanity to look at himself. He grabbed a towel folded neatly on the table and turned to me with a glare.

I smile at him, "I need some information."

He rolled his eyes, "Like always. What?"

I look around his room and say, "I need the names of a few Southern Military soldiers."

Markus made his way to the bathroom and pointed at a drawer on his desk. "Color-coded. The gray ones."

I walk towards the desk, and waved him off. "Thanks, buddy."

He halted in his step and turn to look at me, "Wait, why? Did they do something to you? Are you gonna kill them?"

I frown at him, "Eh, not really. Just interrupting my sleep."

Markus looked at me strangely and just sighed. He turned back to the bathroom and called, "We're talking about this when I get back!”

I shrug and turn to the documents. Thousands of papers and profiles were filed into a gray binder. I flip through until my eyes found familiar ones.

Adam Dahlberg.

Tyler Warren Ellis.

Jason Probst.

I read through their profiles.

Adam Dahlberg

Age: xx

Gender: Male

Rank: Commander of the Southern Military

Family:
Father- Previous soldier of the Eastern Military, Deceased
Mother- Works and lives in Emerald Village, Alive

Medical Conditions:
Observed bipolar disorder and anger management issues.

Comments:
Usually calm and collected but may have bursts every now and then.

Oh. That's... Not good. I look into the corporal's profile.

Tyler 'Ty' Warren Ellis

Age: xx

Gender: Male

Rank:
Corporal of the Southern Military

Family:
Father- Unknown
Mother- Unknown

Medical Conditions:
Unknown.

Comments:
Entered the military shortly after Commander Dahlberg received his title. Not granted permission to know how or why he had received corporal rank so quickly.

Odd. Let's hope pretty boy has something interesting for us.

Jason Probst

Age: xx

Gender: Male

Rank: Sergeant of the Southern Military, Overall In-Charge of Recruitment of Southern Military Soldiers (RSM)

Family:
Father- Unknown
Mother- Unknown

Medical Conditions:
Slight anxiety observed.

Comments:
Rose up the ranks when he joined two years before Commander Dahlberg took up his rank. His promotion to corporal was stopped due to certain behavioral issues and the rank was given to current Corporal Ellis. Permission not granted to know what had happened. No hatred of dispute observed between Corporal Ellis and Sergeant Probst.

Innocent boy had some behavior issues? Tsk tsk tsk.

I raise my head when I hear my brother emerge from the bathroom wearing a bathrobe over his wet body. He started putting on his royal robes and we do not bother to turn away from each other. We are brothers, and we have seen each other naked too many times to count. He drapes the red velvet robes over his shoulders as he approached me. "So, why do you need insight on them?"

I put the documents away and ask him, "Have I told you of my future vision?"

He rolled his eyes, "Yes, when you predicted those castle intruders seven years ago, why?"

I fold my arms and tell him, "I'm not having future visions, per say, but dreams. Occurring dreams about three Southern Military soldiers. Their commander, corporal and sergeant."

He looked at me with a confused look, "About that Sky fellow? He seems great though. His corporal... A little mysterious but alright."

I continued, "Look, in every dream, they were all fighting. The commander, he has anger management issues and he snapped at them and was about to punch his corporal in my latest dream. Something weird happened, he broke something without touching it."

Markus chuckled, "Like how you break hearts?"

I force my smirk down and said, "Yes, but that's not the point. I saw his eyes go full gold, Markus."

He looks at me with a worried look, all joking put aside.

"I think he's going to be like me, Markus. And I don't want him to do what I did."

Markus looks serious now, and he stood closer to me. He puts a hand on my shoulder as I tell him, "I need to talk to him somehow, so he wouldn't end up like me. I just don't know how! What if I wait and it'll be too late?"

Markus looks me straight in the eye. It was not intimidating. It was soft and warm, comforting. He speaks.

"Then, I'll be with you. The two of us, together, we'll talk to him."