Today is September 14th, 2033 and I am about to meet the Dreamer. Everybody knows who the Dreamer is, but I'll recant the facts for anyone who has been living under a rock for the last several years. The Dreamer is twenty years old. His date of birth was December 21, 2012, the day the world was supposed to end, according to some sources. Seeing as we're all still here, I guess not, but there might be something to that myth yet. One year ago, the Dreamer was responsible for the deaths of twenty men, women, and children. One month ago, the Dreamer was caught and arrested for these crimes. Since that date, the Dreamer has been locked away in a state prison in Yuma, Arizona. As of yet he has refused to speak with anyone who attempts to make contact.
But that isn't the unusual part.
The unusual part is who the Dreamer is. Naturally, that isn't his birth name -- it was a nickname given to him by some people that gradually grew in popularity until it became more a part of him than his original name ever was. He and his witnesses claim that he has extraordinary abilities. The Dreamer says that, in short, he can do anything. He claims that the world is his plaything and, this is a quote, "I could destroy it on a whim." Since I have never met the man, I can't say how much of that is real or fictitious.
My name is David Leclaire and today I will find out the truth.
I know it's really short. Consider this a teaser for the story! I'm still not entirely sure where I'm going with this, I'm just kind of writing and seeing where it takes me. Any feedback is greatly appreciated.