The Tale of Reality

There are many strange things in this world, and there are many eras of time in which something or someone desires for more than what there is. Is it possible to break the barrier between dream and reality? We can only decide for ourselves wait awaits in our future. In the present, people believe in coincidence and de-ja-vu but there is only one thing in this world in my belief that is true: There is no such thing as coincidence, only the inevitable. At least this is what I have decided to believe when every second of my life, an action, performed not by my will, exists before my eyes.

My name is Tara Lucille, and I have seen many strange things. I have traveled far in short distances, I have traveled south and ending up in north, I have seen the sun die and burn back up a holy light. Of course, this was all in my dreams. Though, I met someone who has been there and back physically and continues to do so through her own will power. She is a witch named Faye, no last name. She taught me all I know. However, I haven't seen her in a while. That is because this world is spiraling out of control. I can't wake up like I want to anymore. People have started to take out their weapons, and steal whatever they could find that was the bit of reality left. People can't stop dreaming.

I tried and tried to reach her again. Last time, I thought it was coincidence, or an accident of some sort. I picked up the phone and tried again. Nothing. Though this time, like I said before about strange things being common, an angel appeared right beside me close enough to my ear and whispered a laugh.

“Oh, Tara, you're so funny. This is all because of you.” The angel wrapped her arms around me, while the phone was still pressed to my ear. I just sighed and closed my eyes and tried to tone her out, because if I looked at her, I'd known I was still dreaming.

“You don't have to fight.” she giggled, “I won't hurt you.”

“You can join us, Tara, you can join us!” I could hear the angel getting louder as I tried to picture Faye in the gits of it all.

Then I heard arrows and knew I wasn't in my house anymore, along with the phone I was waiting for to ring, Under my house slippers were grass instead of a wooden floor. I dropped the phone and turned around to see that more than one angel were present and that Faye had shot the one who was angry with me.

“Look who we have here.” She leaned against the hood and gestured towards us with a crossbow she apparently no longer intended to use.

“You Shot me, witch!” the angel stared at her left arm in utter shock.

“What kind of arrows are you shooting?” I asked as I slid under the angel's other arm and carried her to the hood of Faye's teal mustang.

Faye smiled her usual red glossed lips and stood up to greet us. I didn't understand half the things she did, but I always knew she had a purpose. She held up her black and silver crossbow which matched the colors of her short mini dress that had only one sleeve, “Dream bow. It hurts unreal things.”

“Angels aren’t real?” I asked while I let go of the angel as the other two hovered around us.

“Where did you get that?” one of the younger looking angels asked.

Faye sighed and then tore the arrow from the wounded one and tossed it to the ground and when she did, the arrow disappeared.

“It was compensation, for an angel's blood.” a guy walked down the flight of stairs of a house that looked very much like my own.

“Wait a second! Who are you?! And is that my house?!” I couldn't stop myself, the guy clearly looked powerful.

He just shrugged as if my questions were common and took the angel's arm and licked it. Then shaking his head east and west looked at Faye with a knowing look.

“Damn it! I was sure she was the one!” Faye kicked her car.

“Um”, I didn't know how much I could handle, “What is going on?”

The angel laughed in spite of her pain and introduced herself, “My name is Saber. I am not an angel, You just assumed that because I have a halo.”

“You're wrong, you are an angel. You were born thinking you were a demon all your life, and these companions of yours knew it. They are not dream angels, they are nightmare angels, and you are blind to your own identity, your name is Laura and I just so happen to be the almighty one who created you.” the guy wickedly smiled and I held my breath in full surprise then let it out when Faye spoke up.

“Well, you have your angel's blood. Now we need to get down to business. There is a mad world turning into the make believe.” Faye winked at me.

“Okay, but this isn't my doing at all.” the almighty one said. “This is all because of Tara.” he smiled, “She made believe that anything and everything is possible at some point in time, and thus, invoked this whole idea into reality.

“Wait, wait, wait, I, Tara, Called upon this world to combine?!” I blinked in disbelief. I couldn't have done something so big.

The air around us changed from sunny bright and slowly falling to darkness. I started to see the six of us fade in and out.

“There's not much time, Tara. Get inside. You need to revert back the call.” God said.

“And then what?!” I yelled over strong winds that began to pick up.

Laura smiled as she was beginning to disappear, “And then you can start seeing your own reality just like I always knew mine, but never wanted to face it.”

“Will I ever see you again?” I asked, this being so sudden.

“It's possible.” Laura said as she flipped her long blond hair and blinked her bright green eyes and faded away.

“I climbed the steps after God and my witch friend. I climbed while I thought about how awesome it felt to see things at such a dark hour. I pulled open those doors and saw a piece of heaven. I picked up God's cellphone and dialed in a very lucky eight hundred number. When the operator asked if I should leave a voice mail message, I said only what I was taught to believe and finally accepted my fate.”

My grandchildren all smiled up at me, Cale being the one who liked to not listen and play, Tina was the most interested and Haylie liked to always ask questions and raised her hand momentarily and asked, “What was the message?”

I grinned my wise dimples at her and repeated the very same message that saved my world, “There are many strange things in this world, some more mysterious than others, however there is only one key factor in this world, which I have accepted as the truth, there is no such thing as coincidence, only the inevitable.”