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“Hmm, again with this place?” Yosafire said looking around in large field of red flowers.
This had been the third time this week that she had found herself in this dream. The same red flower field and the same red wood forest that she to get lost in for what seemed like hours before suddenly waking up to a new day. Luckily, she had almost gotten out of the forest the last time she here. With that, Yosafire made an immediate b-line through the field of flowers and the directly into the dense red forest. She ran through forest, trying to track her vague memory of this place. After a while, she looks forwards to an open thought the trees. Yosafire eagerly rushed towards the light, hoping to finally get out of this place. The light of the exit began to glow bright, as Yosafire is suddenly ingulfed by the light.
Opening her eyes from the near blinding light, Yosafire finds herself in a large, white, space. There was nothing around her, other than a fancy looking table with a tea kettle and two chairs.
“Finally arrived, have you?” A voice spoke.
“Hm, Whose there?” Yosafire responded.
Yosafire looked around her for the source, only to be greeted by a man that somehow appeared behind herself. The man in question was rather tall, with twin-pronged horn that only added to his. He also had bright green hair, which was strangely the same color as her own hair, which was contrasted by a dark red suit accompanied by matching cape. Yosafire could only stare at him, feeling a little intimidated both his height and his stern look.
“Um, you were waiting for me?” Yosafire questioned.
“Technically not.” The man answered, “You seemingly found yourself in my afterlife.”
“What. Who are you exactly?”
The man signed and adjusted his red rimmed glasses.
“Surprised Lord Kcalb hasn’t told you about me, little one.
The man reached inward from his cloak, pulling out what appeared to be a rapier.
“I am, or was, Yosaflame. Second in command to the Devil of destruction Kcalb.”
Yosafire’s eyes lit up in childlike wonder. She had always wonder who the names of the graveyard belonged to, but now here she was before the old man’s second in command.
“Wow, so you knew the Oldman we he was even more scary?” Yosafire asked.
“I have you to know that is Kcalb isn’t that old.” Yosaflame responded, seemingly taken offense to that comment. “And yes. I did know him before you.
Yosaflame made his way to the fancy table, before sitting down. Yosafire also sat down and preparing a cup of tea for him.
“So, I heard that there was a war between angels and demons before I was born. Do you happen to know anything about?” Yosafire asked while presenting a cup of hot tea to Yosaflame.
“Young one, I fought in that war.” Yosafire sternly said before taking a sip of the tea. “Any enemy of Lord Kcalb would first have to meet my blade first.”
“Hm. Sounds like you and Kcalb were close.”
“Of course. I swore my life to him and his vision.”
Yosaflame took another sip of tea. His demeanor began to shift with these questions.
“Tell me. How is my lord?” Yosaflame questioned.
“Oh, Kcalb is doing great.” Yosafire said, not waiting to mention the whole “missing arm” thing to him. “I wish you could see him again.”
“Sometimes, I wish that too.” Yosaflame said, sounding genuinely ashamed.
He takes another sip of his tea before looking back at Yosafire, who is making another cup for herself.
“Funny, I didn’t ask you for your name. Yet I’m going on about the past.” Yosaflame said wanting to continue this conversation.
“Well. My name is Yosafire from the Gray Garden.” Yosafire told.
“Gray Garden?”
“Yeah. It’s a world where demon and angels get along with one another.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Nope. It’s as it sounds.”
“You’re telling me my liege has achieved a something out of a fantasy book in the real world?”
“Yep. He really good it’s he.”
Yosaflame could not help but let out a small chuckle over this girl’s enthusiasm over what she was saying. The notation that demon and angels, mortal enemies for all he has known for his life, could be friends was unbelievable to him.
“Well then.” He spoke. “If you find yourself back in this Grey Garden you speak of, could you tell Kcalb about me?”
“I will, but don’t expect him to take it seriously.” Yosefire coyly responded.
“I think he’ll understand.”
Yosaflame then stood form the table and begin to away before he and Yosafire get absorbed by another bright light. Yosafire wakes up in her own bedroom and the morning shining through the blinds. Yosafire rubs her eyes and grabs for her glasses on the nightstand next to hear.
“Just wait until Froze about this” Yosafire thought to herself, before getting up for a brand-new day.