Chapter 3: Memory 1 / 8
[ Memory: December 24- 1725 years after the great war ended: ]
Dune's eyes slowly opened, his head pounding as he blinked a few times, trying to make sense of his surroundings. He was back in the classroom.
The bright light from the windows made his head ache even more. Dune was average looking, he had black messy hair and a scar over his left eye.
He rubbed his eyes, still disoriented, and glanced over at his friend Atlas sitting next to him.
Atlas was a little taller than Dune, with long, messy black hair. He had a handsome, confident look, his eyes bright with curiosity as he glanced at Dune, just as confused.
"What's up?" Dune muttered, still half-dazed from the strange dream.
Atlas raised an eyebrow. "What's up with you?"
"I just had a stupid dream," Dune mumbled, rubbing his eyes.
Atlas leaned back in his chair, looking amused. "Oh? What was it about?"
"I don't know. It's kinda blurry, but... the ocean was falling from the sky. It was huge. And it was coming right at me. Dude I'm scared of water, it freaked me out."
Atlas chuckled a little. "Dumbass I told you to sleep earlier. That's why you're missing a class and having weird dreams."