Let's Do the Lifewarp Agaaaaain // Open

[Edmund Simons]

what if it was all just a bad d r e a m ?

Edmund opened his eyes, still curled onto his side. His heart was pounding and part of his pillow was wet. I did not just cry because of a nightmare... he told himself, but when he went to rub his eyes, he felt dried moisture on the back of his hand. Then again, he didn't really blame himself. It had been awful, scary, and actually pretty depressing... his family had died, Felicity had left him, Aunt Emalia hated him, monsters (like the scary ones in movies) were after him, he had to fight in a war, and then he was living in total isolation. Basically very alone. Not that he didn't mind being by himself every once in a while, but not to that extent. It had been very lonely; it had either been that severe loneliness or his family and close friend dying that made him cry... Ah well, a dream was a dream. He'd soon forget about it. Maybe. He could see it as being one of those dreams that just get scarred into memory. Although, it did make him want to call home and just talk to everyone. Only good thing about the dream was that he had both legs.

He swung himself out of bed and attached his prosthetic left leg. His real leg had been crushed during a car accident when he was eight. With no way to save it, it had to be amputated. Luckily, his leg and the two cars had been the only casualties. His dad and sister were alright, he had walked (er, limped) out alive, and the other driver wasn't hurt; those were the only things that mattered, really. It had taken a while to get used to, but he could eventually do pretty much everything that he could pre-amputation. It could've been much worse; he could've been dead. The only shame was that he couldn't "give a hand" to anyone. Also all the "I'd give an arm and a leg for that" jokes. He could give his leg, just not an arm. Over the years he ha gotten good at balancing on just one leg. Although that could've been the yoga too.

7:00... and he had an 8:00. Not bad. He was fine with mornings; it was the nights that he crashed. Going out? Eh... maybe once or twice a semester, but other than that, he'd be happy to have movie nights on the weekends and go to bed at 11:00. Besides, he had work and other work, band, fencing (which was interesting with a prosthetic to say the least; at least it was his non dominant leg), and just a bunch of different stuff to keep him occupied. Careful to not wake his room mate, Edmund slipped out of bed, grabbed his clothes, backpack, and flute, and proceeded to get ready for the rest of the day.

His morning class went decently well: Classical Literature and Mythology. He had decided to take it mostly out of interest, but it also covered a general education course, so two birds with one stone. Good thing he liked reading or it would've been a drag. They had just finished The Iliad, and of course, were following it up with The Odyssey. He thought it'd be rather interesting once they got to Ovid's The Metamorphoses. Roman, not Greek, but that was fine with him. He found all the mythology fascinating. He had actually read the Percy Jackson series (and the Heroes of Olympus series after that) when he was younger... which had probably started his interest in mythology. He knew a couple of the myths and a lot of the immortals from those books, but he was really interested in the culture and the deeper, analytical discussions.

Afterwards, he just decided to sit out in the quads to play flute. He didn't really have any sheet music on him, so he was more messing around and playing from memory. The acoustics weren't great, but it was a rather nice day, maybe a bit brisk, but nice all the same. Besides, the cold didn't bother him much and he could use the fresh air.

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NOTES: ha... this will be... interesting

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CREDIT: AI