My day was bad enough without the angel and the devil.

I had just gotten back after an exhausting day of school with the usual problems; tons of homework, bruises and cuts from bullies, and a brand new record for the number of times called 'weirdo' in one day!

Nothing could possibly go worse.

Groaning, I flicked the dim light at my work table off and shut my laptop as I walked to the bedroom. On the way there, I could hear my mum snoring in her bed, and smiled softly as I turned off the lights to the living room and closed my bedroom door behind me.

Snuggling into the warm blankets of my air-conditioned bedroom, I drifted off to sleep quickly and was greeted with the sight of a black dot in the middle of an entirely white room,

I sighed with my non-existent dream body, knowing this was the recurring nightmare I had been having recently.

As I watched, the bot grew, bigger and bigger, slithering like vines on concrete as it consumed the light that once surrounded it.

Just as the dark was about to reach me, I saw something. A face. Deep in the centre of the darkness, a head. With horns, a mouth of sharp teeth and fangs, large, sharp, gleaming fangs that seemed to glow in the black.

Its eyes were pitch black, glinting like pearls set in the head. Madness seemed to roar out of it's dead, cold irises.

I tried to run, to move away from this...thing...but my body would not obey. After all, it seemed like this "dream" of mine was already spiralling out of control, out of MY control.

I steeled myself for something bad to happen, all common sense having been cast to the wind when the demon's maw opened wide, threatening to swallow me whole.

Just as I was about to be consumed by the devil's massive cavern of teeth, a bright flash of light suddenly blinded me, and I tried to close my non-existent eyelids or raise an arm to block the light, but nothing moved.

As I watched, the demon seemed to roar as its head split in two, a line of light drawn directly between it's two black horns, and the darkness fell away, white light blinding me once more.

as the light cleared from my vision, I saw a man, clad in light medieval armour, a gleaming silver sword hanging at his side, looking directly at me. an empty scabbard hung on his belt, with a couple of sheathed daggers dangling off the leather around his waist as well.

His gaze was firm, one of strength, and power, yet one of a warrior who as tired of war, and had seen too much.

I looked at him in awe, his armour gleaming as my eyes scanned him from head to toe, my head filling with questions.

"Who are you? How did you get here? Why are you here?" I struggled to pick one, and as I rushed to make a decision, I saw his form start fading, and a question finally made it's way out of my mouth at last.

"Are you real?"

As his figure turned to nothing more than mist, I saw a faint smile on his face, and my mind was cleared of doubts.

I woke shuddering, shocked by the dream's events, and still flabbergasted by what I had learnt.

This. Man. Was. Real.

That's the prologue down! I hope you guys enjoyed! Or, whoever's gonna read this did, at least. I might not update frequently, so dont expect regular new chapters. Thanks for reading! Bye!