Boy who dreams

Boy

Who

Dreams

By Cesar

Book one of

Destiny Awoken

Series

Copyright (C) 2012 Cesar

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ISBN: 1470033585

ISBN-13: 978-1470033583

I would like to dedicate this book

To my best friend

Michelle

Professional Review

Sixteen year old Jordan Fitzpatrick is a boy that dreams. Not ordinary dreams, but extraordinary dreams. Images of dragons flourish in Jordan’s nightmares, visions of school, death and sometimes destruction. But Jordan is also besieged by a terrible need to save something. He dreams of a shadow people and of mysteries. In school, he learns in Religious Studies how to meditate, to understand dreams and OBE – out of body experiences. But when his brother is in the hospital, Jordan has the strangest dream of all. His brother’s spirit introduces him to Lavender Shop – where Jordan discovers a scroll that is somehow connected to him. Now Jordan is on a mission to find his destiny and understand his foreboding dreams that are guiding him. A book about understanding dreams will help lead him through the journey. The more Jordan unravels his future premonitions, the more the past races up to catch him.

THE BOY WHO DREAMS is a well written book with interesting characters, dialogue and a vibrant setting. The writer has a wonderful way of describing Jordan’s surroundings and bringing to life the boys intense dreams and nightmares. Jordan is as likable as they come, struggling with his brother’s untimely death and also the average teen issues of fitting in at school and even bullying. The setting of the story is also enhanced by pictures throughout the book. Cesar has written a well-rounded novel full of mystery and intrigue that anyone of most age groups can read and enjoy. A remarkable read filled with adventure.

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Prologue

Echoes of footsteps on wooden stairs reached the hall where Samuel waited patiently. He had rushed his journey all the way from the mainland. I hate this cursed place he thought as he looked around at the blandness of the room how did my brother ever settle for this?

The servant Matthew reappeared at the base of the staircase, panting from all the running up and down.

The master will see you now sir

Pfft… still alive then eh…?

Yes sir, but he weakens by each breath… you must prepare yourself.

I have been prepared for many a year now. Samuel’s older brother John had been born ten years before him, when he had come of age; he had given up all his rights to the family fortune to follow some lunatic to an island, to study with him, to write for him. Even now his family still scorned him for turning his back on them; he had even refused to leave the island when their father had passed away.

Samuel remembered how he had travelled here after their father’s death out of sheer anger at his brother, by camel then by boat, past thieves and pirates, all in the aim of revenge. Finally brother you shall have a chance to explain your actions to our father, he would kill you for the second time if such a thing were possible.

He got up from his seat and stood at the bottom of the steps and looked upwards, he had not been allowed to see his brother the last time, why now? Why does he wish to see me now? Why did he send a messenger to get me?

How many steps is it? he groaned.

Fifty sir.

Samuel ascended the stairs at a pace befitting an overweight man; at the top he was greeted by a large wooden door that was in some disrepair. He pushed it and it swung open; inside was a large circular shaped room with a single window, a fire burned under the chimney, with the bed near to it. Samuel could see a hand rise to issue him closer, it’s been thirty years since I last saw the fool’s face.

Samuel walked to the edge of the bed and sat by his brother’s side; John looked familiar, yet he had little or no hair and wrinkles covered his face, but even still the essence of the fool’s face lingered.

Sam… it is good to finally see you, said John softly.

…and you brother, he replied, plain faced.

I sent for you… so I could look upon your face one last time… said John, but the words made Samuel shift uneasily.

…and… I wanted to see with my eyes what kind of man you have become.

"I am what father wished me to be, unlike you brother."

Useless… all useless… if I had a fortune… do you think that I could take it with me this day… I die? asked John, Samuel refused to answer only looking back in silence.

I need to ask you a favour… sighed John.

A favour? Pfft… you’re lucky I came at all, all I want is to witness the day that you go to our father to answer for what you have done, he raged.

I see that you still hate me… I see that you are not to be trusted with such a task as I would have asked… your heart has become twisted into-, John paused and broke into a round of coughing.

Samuel stood up and walked to the window and looked out, this window faces towards the east, towards home. Maybe I shouldn’t be so foolish, John learnt off one of the most talked about people ever to exist; maybe he has some treasure, or some secret knowledge to pass on, knowledge of how to become powerful, how to conquer and control the world around me. Samuel returned to the edge of the bed and spoke in a calmer tone.

What is the favour that you ask…? I will try.

John squinted his eyes and examined his brother, examined his motives as if he could see into his very soul, then he reached up and pulled a rope to summon his servant Matthew.

"Listen carefully Sam, my brother, my kin, a time is coming when great turmoil shall inherit the earth… but one shall rise… and at that moment, he will need to hear my words… I need to ensure that he receives my words…" said John.

Anything brother.

The door burst open and in pounced the servant seeking his master’s instructions.

Bring me parchment, ink… commanded John. His weakening body was evident for all to see. Matthew obeyed and then helped his master to sit up in the bed.

Wait outside… both of you, demanded John.

The two moved beyond the wooden door and closed it behind them, they waited to be summoned.

Matthew… tell me… did John’s master teach him much knowledge? Or secrets? whispered Samuel.

Everything sir.

Everything??… pfft… how can any one single person know everything… you’re as much a fool as my brother.

Then a rumbling began, enough to make the two of them reach for the wall to steady themselves, it was followed by a bright light that issued out from the edges of the door forcing them to cover their eyes, then as quickly as it had come, it was gone.

The two burst back into the room, John was keeled over and the ink was spilt. Matthew went to his master’s lifeless body and settled him back into the bed, and closed his eyes.

Get out of the way you fool, yelled Samuel, pushing the servant out of the way.

Where is it? he asked as he searched his brother’s body, but he could not find what he was looking for, his rage turned back onto the servant, he grabbed him and shook him.

Where is it!? he roared at the servant, sure enough the ink was there and spilt, but the parchment was gone.

Chapter 1

Dreams and Nightmares

Jordan opened his eyes; his brother was beside him, both of them were cowering under a small grey table. He looked across the room; all his fellow primary school friends were under their tables too. The whole building was rumbling as if the ground itself was trying to crush the walls in on top of them.

Some of the ceiling lights became dislodged and tumbled down straight onto the table opposite Jordan, where his best friend Mark had been hidden. Sparks and flashes flew across the room; Jordan looked on at the face of his injured friend, he must have been knocked clean-out by the lights which had made mincemeat of the table. Jordan called to him out from under his own table.

Mark, Mark?!

Shhhhhhh, said his teacher Miss Gill as she crawled across the room towards them.

Stay quiet, it might hear us, she said anxiously.

She glanced briefly at the large windows; they were high up on the wall on one side of the room, far too big to provide protection she thought. All the children’s faces now focused on the teacher as she attended to Mark’s broken body.

He’s still breathing… she beamed, lifting off the broken lights as quietly as she could.

For a brief moment the light coming from the windows was blocked out, but by the time Jordan looked at the window, the sunlight had made its way back in.

Miss…what are we going to do? he whispered across to his teacher but she didn’t respond, as she was still tending to Mark.

Miss… what are we going to do? he asked louder.

Shhhhhhh, she said.

Jordan looked on as his teacher examined Mark for cuts, the worst seemed to be on his right arm, she tore off a piece of her yellow top and tied it around the arm to try and stop the bleeding. She looked too concerned to give Jordan any sense of ease. They heard a loud smash emanating from some other room in the school, followed by some screaming. Then he felt the whole building shudder and rumble, many of the kids ducked close to the ground expecting some more of the lighting to come loose and fall on them.

The rumble carried on for several minutes, and they didn’t dare make a sound, all the children were too scared to move, almost too scared to breathe. The silence was broken as the door was opened, it made a creaking noise, not loud normally but it sounded loud when everyone was being so quiet. It was the headmaster of the school; he crawled across the floor staying as low as he possibly could, until he reached where the teacher and Mark were. The headmaster had a good look at Mark before he spoke.

We need to get these kids out of here, he said glumly to Miss Gill.

How? I thought there was no way…?

…it has blocked the front door and it won’t open, even if we wanted to open it! The side door by the sports hall is where it is waiting and watching, but I think the back door, the emergency exit in the courtyard around the back is safe to get out by, he explained.

Yes, but… the path from there only leads back around to the side door, along the wall of the school, she added.

Well if there is a couple of us teachers, we may find a way over the wall somehow, on into the church grounds, I know it’s a small chance but I think it’s our only option, it’s only a matter of time I think, with these big windows, we don’t have much protection, he said.

Jordan turned and looked at his brother David, the unspoken words on his face told a story of worry, of fear and of a terror of the unknown.

Ok… then… we’ll have to go through the sports hall and on into the back room from there? Ok… let’s do it… but one at a time, said Miss Gill.

Ok, I’ll go first… take one kid with me, try to find a safe way through, the headmaster said, and looked across to David and Jordan who were under the closest table.

Which one of you boys wants to come with me? he whispered across to them.

Jordan can go first as he has to save it… said David firmly.

That confused Jordan, what do I have to save? He didn’t understand and looked at his brother in confusion but David returned the glance as if he expected Jordan to already know everything.

Jordan followed the headmaster over to the door that led to the sports hall. The headmaster opened it carefully and looked around the hall without stepping into it, paying close attention to the windows. Miss Gill was working away behind them, reorganising the kids into a line, moving them one by one in an attempt to keep the noise to a minimum.

It was a big sports hall, square in shape; they stood at the door which was in the corner, straight ahead was another door leading to the kitchens and the side exit, and over to the right was the way to the back room and to possible safety. The coast looked clear to the headmaster, even the door to the back room was already open which would make it a safer journey.

They made a start across the shiny wooden floor of the wall, walking towards the right. The light-bulbs in the hall were not on and the only light was coming from the windows behind them. They got half way there when the room went dark, turning slowly they looked behind them. They were greeted by big white teeth seeped in blood stains just on the other side of the windows, but not for long, the window crashed down and the dragon’s long neck reached forward into the sports hall; heading straight for the headmaster. The dragon had evil looking eyes, it’s red scales glinted under the sunlight yet it was just to large to climb inside the school. Yet, this dragon was a smart creature, it knew that any army without its leader can crack, and in the same way any school without its headmaster can panic.

Run!!!!!! yelled the headmaster, pushing Jordan.

In a total panic, Jordan ran towards the nearest door, which led to the kitchens. Behind him he heard the headmaster’s screams snuffed out with one swift bite from the dragon. The dragon withdrew from the sports hall, tilted it’s head back and swallowed the headmaster in one gulp. Then it sat there, staring back through the broken window waiting for another meal to walk out onto its plate.

Jordan was now trapped in the kitchen area; there were only two ways out of that part of the building, back into the hall or out through the side door, both now led to the dragons gaze.

He stood quietly in the tiny corridor, which was just beyond the door that he had come through. Jordan peeked back down the corridor and he could still see most of the sports hall. His brother was stood there looking back at him from the far-end door way, Miss Gill was moving all the other kids back into the room and back under the tables.

You have to make a break for it! David roared at him but Jordan was frozen with fear, he didn’t want to be a meal for some old mean dragon; he shook his head in refusal.

But you must go; you must save it no matter what! his brother shouted.

The dragon had been listening and swept its head back into the sports hall through the broken window, David pulled his door over a bit and hid behind it. The dragon couldn’t see anyone and withdrew its head once more; it didn’t want to stop them from running so he waited patiently again. Jordan still couldn’t work out what he had to save; he was confused but believed in what his brother was saying for some reason.

He wandered into the kitchens, and had a look around; there were small windows there, small enough for him to squeeze through. Unfortunately they had bars on the outside to prevent break-ins, a security measure taken by the headmaster following a number of recent robbery attempts. Jordan knew he must escape, he could feel something deep inside telling him to run, telling him he must survive, and that he must save it.

He crept back to the door that led to the sports hall and searched for signs of the dragon keeping watch, but the sunlight was still gleaming through the windows, no sign of the dragon anywhere. Without thinking any further, he leapt forward into the hall, advancing straight to the door to the back room. The room began to rumble as the sound of his heavy feet on the wooden floor echoed out to the angry dragon.

He had but moments before the dragon would strike, maybe I should have walked slowly to try and sneak around the room, maybe then the dragon would not have noticed me he thought. David had been watching and guessing that the dragon was going to attack his brother, he jumped out from behind the door, breaking free from Miss Gill as she tried to hold him back.

The dragon made a quick decision; David was bigger and more of a meal so he forgot Jordan and knocked David onto his back. Jordan reached the door and threw himself through it and onto the floor of the back room. He looked back through the door frame; David was being dragged by his leg. The dragon let go for just a moment, aiming to swallow David in one large piece. The dragon drew his head back ready to strike.

Nooooo!!! screamed Jordan as the large blood stained teeth pierced into flesh.

Jordan opened his eyes; it was still dark. It had been another bad dream. Then out of the darkness a large white pillow hit him square across the face.

What the hell… he said, sitting up protectively. His eyes adjusted to the darkness just in time to stop another pillow blow that was aimed straight at his face.

What the hell are you doing David? he argued.

You were snoring again… you woke me up! said David flatly.

Jordan lay back down and let his head sink back into his pillow. He had one of those goose feather pillows which kept cool all night long.

It’s not my fault I snore, he said in defiance to his older brother.

Jordan now rested quietly, not willing to fall back asleep until his brother had gone to sleep. He lay there and contemplated why he kept on having the same dream about the dragon over and over, every night now for the last two weeks. He used to have this dream before but that was years ago, back when he was in primary school. There were other dreams too that he used to have, strange crazy dreams, but this was the only one he was having recently. Thinking about how long it has been since primary school only reminded him that the summer holidays were coming to a close and he would be going back to school in a couple of days, beginning his fifth year of secondary school.

He didn’t want to go back yet, he had never really liked school, well not since he could remember. This year was sure to be harder than before because he had always had David around, but his brother had now been working on a building site since he finished school in June, working long shifts, and even Saturdays. Jordan had always had his big brother there to depend on at school and would now have to stand up for himself, not that he always got on with David as the sting on his cheek reminded him. He could hear nothing from David now apart from heavy breathing, so Jordan turned onto his side and went back to sleep.

In the morning as a bit of an apology for beating Jordan up with a pillow, David offered to take him to a Funfair after work. Every year, just at the end of Summer they would appear in the corner of the local park; with their rides willing to give people a bit of entertainment for a week before moving off to somewhere else.

So in the evening their dad dropped them off, happy to get rid of them for a couple of hours. They browsed around the whole fair before deciding which ride they wanted to try first. Jordan had wanted to go the previous weekend with a couple of his friends but his dad had refused to give him any money to go, but now his brother would be paying for everything. He wasn’t angry with his dad; he knew that it was probably because his dad didn’t have much money left after buying all the school stuff.

They started off at the ‘House of Horrors’, which turned out to be scarier from how it was held together by only a few nuts and bolts. Jordan froze in fear when a werewolf jumped out at him saying GRRR. It was of course, just someone dressed up. After that, they queued up for something called ‘The Spider’ which spun around in circles up into the air. The guy controlling the machine played trance music and lights flashed everywhere. The screams of the girls already on it loomed above their heads as they waited for their turn.

Jordan screamed his head off as soon as it started to twist and turn; he had never been on anything so fast. One by one, they tried out all the rides that were on offer. They even had a go at throwing balls to knock over cups, neither of them won anything. Then when hunger struck they got a burger each from the snack truck and explored around some more, and of course checked out the girls that were walking around in summer clothes.

Back to school on Monday aren’t you?

Yer… not looking forward to it.

Yea I know what you mean… but trust me it doesn’t get any better when you leave school… you still have to get up each day to go to work, said David.

Yer I know… but at least you get money for working!

True but you might as well enjoy it while you still can, said David.

I guess so, sighed Jordan. Hey check out the legs on her, he said drooling at a girl who had walked past in a very short mini skirt. David joined him in the drooling.

Hey, speaking of girls, did you sign up for religion class? With Miss Stevenson? asked David as the mini-skirt girl wandered out of sight.

Sure did.

Good man… you’ll be drooling for the whole year so.

I know, said Jordan, smirking.

No… you have no idea… one day she came in… and I don’t know whether she done it on purpose or not… but a couple of her buttons on her shirt were open!!

No way!?

Yep… said David, almost proudly.

After they had finished munching down their burgers, they hopped on the ‘Waltzers’ for a few turns until they could spin and laugh no more. David noticed that there was a good looking blond girl that was working at one of the game-stands for young kids; the game where kids fish a duck out of a pond. The pond was full of about fifty ducks of all different colours, and you’d win a prize no matter what. David wasn’t shy like Jordan so he walked straight over for a closer look, dragging Jordan along with him.

Hey, David said to the girl.

One second, she said.

She was busy serving another customer who had a small daughter, the little girl needed some assistance holding the fishing pole.

Two euro per go, the girl said, returning.

What do you win? asked David.

Ducks have numbers on the bottom, depends on the number you get… number 1’s are these small toys, number 2’s are these ones and number 3’s are the big prizes hanging up there, the girl said, pointing.

How about… if I get a number three… then I get your phone number? he said cheekily.

The girl gave him a bit more of glance to see if David was worth having the chance to go-out with her.

Go on then, she grinned and handed him the fishing pole.

She smiled and then went back to the other customer; the small girl had caught a duck and was waiting for her prize.

Surprised she didn’t give you a slap, said Jordan.

David just smiled; he couldn’t get rid of the smile even if he wanted to. There was still the issue of getting the right duck but as the game was designed for young kids, it didn’t take much effort to catch the ducks. David lifted one high into the air to try and spot which number was underneath it, it was a 1 so he returned it to the pond.

Cheat, said Jordan, nudging his brother’s elbow.

The girl kept her eyes away from them, possibly on purpose knowing that they would cheat to win.

Hey… David called to her.

She came over and tried to disguise the smile on her face.

Finally picked one then? Let’s see… the girl said.

Its number three, he said.

Hmm well I guess you win… she said curtly and took a phone out of her pocket.

The two exchanged numbers while Jordan looked on hardly believing his brother’s luck. David seemed to be getting cosy with her so Jordan took a few paces to give them a bit of privacy.

Standing there, arms folded and watching the world around him. It seemed so peaceful despite the busy scene that was all around him. He took a deep breath and a warm summer breeze swept up and wrapped itself around him before disappearing. That was when he noticed a little girl with her mum, she was carrying a lot of trophies from game winning, so many that her mum was struggling to help the little girl carry them all. But this little girl had stopped walking and was now standing there and staring at Jordan as if she could see something weird, something that scared her enough to stop her in her tracks. Her mum grabbed her hand and led her away, but the little girl’s eyes followed Jordan until she was out of sight.

Sunlight broke through the unlined curtains fracturing Jordan’s blissful rest. He rolled over, David’s bed was already empty, and so he pulled the duvet back up over his eyes to block the light. One of my last lie-ins before school he thought to himself, and drifted back to sleep.

Jordan… said a soft voice.

Jordan… wake up, the voice persisted.

Jordon came around; he was stood in a dark square room with a table in the middle. There was a man stood before him dressed in a black cloak, his face was hidden inside a hood.

Who are… who the hell are you? asked Jordan.

My name is not important, please sit down… he said, clearly not wanting to identify himself.

What do you want? asked Jordan as he sat on the chair.

You’re full of questions, but they are not the right ones.

Tell me the questions I should ask then, said Jordan cheekily.

I don’t like your sarcasm Jordan, said the hooded man.

How the hell do you know my name? observed Jordan.

I know many things.

Ok well tell me what you want with me then, asked Jordan, getting quite frustrated.

What I want? I don’t want anything from you, but I have called you here to tell you something, you must overcome your future troubles and find it, you must find what was destined to be yours and save it from destruction, said the hooded man darkly.

What troubles? And what do I have to find? frowned Jordan.

Ah, at last you know the right questions Jordan, haven’t you had the dreams? asked the hooded man.

Jordan put his head down and started to think.

Ok do you mean the weird dragon dream? In that dream I have to save something but I don’t know what it is, said Jordan, looking back up, but the man had gone.

Hey?! said Jordan airily, where are you? he added as he got up, edging around the dark room he found a door but it wouldn’t open.

Jordan… said a soft voice.

Jordan… wake up, repeated the voice.

Jordan opened his eyes; his dad was shaking him on the shoulder.

You need to get up, don’t you have to go to the shops today to get your stuff for school? his dad said.

Oh… said Jordan, rubbing his eyes as he sat up. What time is it? he asked.

"It’s after nine already, if you get ready I can drop you