surreal.

They were just around the corner.  I had to find my way to the king.  There was only one person who could protect him.  Me.  I found my way down the spiral staircase to the library, pulling out the Sixth Edition of the rewritten David vs. Goliath as I passed by a shelf.  Faster.  Tossing the book in front of me, I wove the hand seals - horse, boar, man - caught the book.  The power of the wind flooded through my body.  Only twenty flights of stairs.  I would save the queen.  Yeah, there wasn't really a king.  The queen was a widow.  I would save her, and then she'd fall into my arms.  "Arbor Trillium!"  Earthen wings of flora guided my way up the,         "-ephen!  Stephen!!  You've been in your room for forty-five minutes.  It's 10:23.  This is unacceptable!  Any normal high school boy would be in class now.  You're never waking up and locking the door and going back to, to sleep again.  One more time and I'll tell your father to take down your door.  Oh, and you can't close the door when you're doing homework.  No one knows what you're doing in there.  I'll tell your father to take down your door.  Are you listening?  Open the door.  Open the door!"

***No names were changed in the writing of this piece.