Chapter 6: Zoey
Getting that bull's-eye felt pretty darn good. It had felt so natural when the knife left my hand. "Zoey," Ethan said into silence, "how did you do that?" Apparently he had forgotten about how I threw knives at him too.
"Ethan, how did you dodgethat?" Ava asked, pointing to the knife stuck in the rolling pin.
"I just...did." He replied. Then my two older sibling looks at me in confusion and amazement.
"Had another dream..." I remembered. Even only a few minutes ago, the memory was vague. "We... We were fighting in the forest... Someone wanted some deer I had shot for food. I got it right in the eye, but then some people came along and started... started to fight us for it. Ethan was fighting like a maniac, and... And... He was pretty good. Like he was born for that. And then I guess everything just... ended. Long story short, Ethan, I think you're supposed to be a Swordsman. Probably proved me right, what you just did there."
"Okay...Awesome. So is that what you meant when you said Ava was the Dreamer?" Ethan asked, and I nodded in response. "SO she's the Dreamer, whatever that means, and I'm a stupid Swordsman... Sowhy does this all matter?"
"I don't know, but I'm sure it's important. I'm glad we figured it out now though."
"You say you keep having dreams - can you be a Dreamer or is it only me? Ava asked. I couldn't read her face. She looked shocked, probably because of my knife throwing, but she looked happy too, as if she were saying"yay, we're all figuring out crap that's going to save us from death later on! Woohoo!"But then there was also worry - for us, her, Ethan, our parents. It wasn't a question that we had to go on this journey,I guess, because otherwise we'd all fade away and our parents would never find our bodies and planning our funeral would be devastating and we'd have broken our own parent's hearts and - and -
"Zoey, chill." Ethan held my shoulder; I was probably shaking. "It's going to be okay. We're not planning on dying any time soon, nor are weletting anyone die. Calm down already. Answer Ava."
I closed my eyes and sighed - not quite reassured, but feeling Ethan's hand on my shoulder was calming. "No. There's only one Dreamer. Only one Swordsman. You can have a drop of each talent, but there's only on true one. Are there any other jobs? No idea. I couldn't tell in advance, I can only tell what it is once the idea comes out into the open. But I'm positive that you're the Dreamer and you're a Swordsman."
"Maybe you're some Seer or something." Ava suggested hopefully, being the supportive big sister that she was.
"No, that's someone else."
"Someone we'll meet later, I guess. Their face is showing up in my mind, but... It's all blurry, like when they blur out the pictures on the television. Like that. Everything is blurred though - the hair seems like a rainbow... But anyway, we should figure out what we're going to do once we get in our world, now that we know how." I reminded.
"Easy," Ethan smiled, "first, we pack light."