[center][u][h3][color=f26522]Mirko Dubrinic[/color][/h3][/u][/center]

[b][Nighttime - Bedroom][/b]

Mirko was huddled under his covers reading on the tablet some stories. The descriptions were giving him shivers and he really started to hate it. What did he hate? The stupid well written story that talk about monsters in the fog. He hated his best friend from soccer's club who dared him to read it till the end. And for good last he hated himself for even accepting the dare and even more for being curious enough to actually be reading it and not the comments that were so nicely summing it up.

[u][color=f26522]"Curiosity killed the cat."[/color][/u] He whispered to himself, hoping to get some comfort out the sound of his voice, possible break the immersion seeing the end of the story in sight. The few last sentences made Mirko whimpered. He felt proud for going through but a much bigger part of him felt simple uneasy. He KNEW it was just made up... But it still gave him shivers. He left the light of his tablet on as he closed his eyes, it was late and he had to wake up early.

The dreams that followed were about monsters and in a strange world. They fought with each other, armies clashing and many of them falling. Mirko felt captivated by the horrors and unable to look away. Those creatures were dying at each other hand. It was war. A war between monsters, and an eerie shadow came to his attention big and dangerous looming for moments before colorful lights came in view. Those lights felt comforting, trustworthy. Calling out to him, as it moved towards him. Then came the darkness.

[b][Morning - On the way to school][/b]

Mirko stifled another yawn. [u]"Dont forget your scarf, its cold in the morning."[/u] To say he felt sleepy, was a understatement he got barely four hours of sleep, most of the night he spent awake attempting not to think about what he read just hours before. Or the dream that woke him up even earlier. There was something about it. It felt so realistic, yet the boy blamed the dream on the story he had been reading because how else could he think up about a monster war... Thougth the creepy story didnt mention the mon monsters...

[color=f26522][u]"I will mom. Should I buy anything on the way home?"[/u][/color] Mirko questioned as he tied his shoes, checking one more time if he had everything in his second bag for his soccer training. There was the change of clothes, towel and shoes as well as a lunch package as he was spending the whole day out the house, his books were in his backpack proudly showing off the logo of his favorite club.

[u]"Yes. I wrote it down for you. " [/u] His mom walked over and gave him a list with his wallet and a kiss on his forehead. His dad had already left the house in half past four this morning having a shooting. Mirko heard him leave, as he was awake thinking about the lights he saw in his dream. Mom told him that dad promised to come in time for dinner and Mirko was excited to hear which people his dad meet.

The boy grabbed his favorite lucky ball and run out. Only to slow in his step and gulp, there was fog in the morning. The story from last night poping on the front of his mind. The strange creatures fighting to death on his formind. Mirko wondered if those creatures were just out his view hidden behind the blanket of fog. That would be silly, Mirko started running to warm up and keep his mind off it. It worked well enough, he enjoyed running alongside the river bank. Well that was until some colorful light he spotted in front of him.

He halfway awaited some tall figure to be now atop of him trying to eat him. Or that big shadow to appear out the fog. He looked around moving closer to the light. No one was around.

Instead he heard a voice. Mirko jumped a bit in fright, eyes big.

As he listened to what the voice had to say, Mirko shoulder relaxed and he didnt appear ready to run away at full speed. Will he help them? Mirko blinked, the dream war that felt more than realistic coming to mind... All those poor creatures suffering... 
[color=f26522]"I want to help. To stop it."[/color] He spoke thinking which eleven year old didnt dream to be a hero, but even as he wrapped his fingers around the device  that formed out the light he knew that this more than a game. 

Nothing happened.

Mirko halfway awaited to be whisked away to a battle field or something. His dream must been a vision or something along the lines. It was real, it couldnt be anything else but real now that he was holding the device in his hand.  He started running towards his school. He arrived in time for his classes and sitting in his history class Mirko wondering how exactly was he meant to help. What power did he have? Flight? Or super strength? Or super speed, that one would be his personal pick. Or shooting fireballs, because that just cool.

The boy mind was full of thoughts, as he ever so often checked the device as if awaiting for it to do something, or tell him what to do.