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The dreamer

The dreamer was abandoned in front of an orphanage on the northern continent. As an anonymous orphan, nobody ever showed him affection. For years the orphanage director beat him. One day a boy came to the orphanage and nobody loved that boy, so he promised to protect the boy and love him as though he were his brother.

The orphanage director beat his brother too.

Because of the beating, he stole from the orphanage, and because he stole, the director beat him. At night, he could hear his brother cry because beating wasn’t the worse that the director could do. After one night of abuse, he put rat poison on the director’s wine. However it didn’t kill the fat man, who had been eating the food that charities sent for the orphans. The director coughed blood and screamed in anger, knowing who had poisoend him.

The director went for the two boys’ room, belt in hand. When he entered the room, they stabbed him from left and right eight times in the gut before running away. So fat was he, and so shallow were the stabbing wounds, that still this did not kill him. The director chased the two boys down the halls, seeting with anger and bleeding all over the carpeted floors as the rest of the boys watched, too scared to help.

The director chased them up the creaking wooden stairs to the second floor and then climbed a shaky ladder that led to the attic. When the director popped his head through the hatch that led to the attic, the boys stabbed both his eyes making him fall on his back and scream in agony. The boys then climbed back down. He summoned all his strength to pick up a heavy marble statue of a pale ancient goddess that he could barely hold in his arms. The blind director screamed and twisted on the floor,

AAAAAHHHH! When I catch you, you’re dead, MOTHERFUCKER.

He dropped the statue on the director’s head. All the boys watched closely. The director’s leg twitched only a few more moments. Everyone stared in silence until he spat on it. Then, slowly, as they realized the evil man was gone for good, the others spat on the dead director too.

He and his brother took their clothes and some of the director’s money, packed a bag and left, never to return. They walked through the woods, eating wild berries, until they met a traveling salesman. The salesman gave them food and warm clothes and brought them to his homecity, where they grew as his children. He taught them to read and write, never hitting them once.

The city had a large statue of a man in the main square. It read “The Tyrant watches us all”. Looking at it, the two boys dreamed about how important they would become. He looked at his brother and said,

One day, you will rule over this whole city. I promise.