There stood Dahn, wearing his purple t-shirt and black pants and, of course, his key. He wore his key around a chain, ever present on his neck. The key itself was of an old-fashioned style, and did not open anything. It was given to him by his sister, Sara, on his fifteenth birthday.
Dahn had just woken up, so was still observing his surroundings with his tired, droopy eyes."What..What the hell! This, This ain't where I fell asleep!" exclaimed Dahn. Dahn likely was right, as he had awoke in the middle of a intersection, full of a mixture of cars and pedestrians. "A..AHH!" he yelled, avoiding a car, "Ya can't just run me over!"
"They can't hear you." someone said, "You should have know about that rule. Rule number 23, Those in the world above can have no interactions with those below. A P13 or P14 may be administered at those who attempt to subvert this rule."
"What do you mean, they can't hear me! There standing right there. Also, what rules are you talkin' about?" demanded Dahn. "I ain't in a game or anything, what rules would I 'ave to follow? An' who are you, hidin' in the shadows?"
"I suppose this is fair." said the boy stepping out from behind a group of tourists, "I am Kyle," Dahn examined the child who had appeared behind him. He stood at over 4 feet. His clothing was not very interesting, a blue jacket over a gray shirt and jeans. Dahn noticed that he only looked about 12, but said nothing out of fear of the child, who seemed to know something about where they were, leaving him."but, who are you?"
"Me, I'm Dahn" He said, standing up straight, "son of the Military General, General Kunnin."
"Dahn...Nice to meet you" said the short redhead."Well, I believe were expected at the city plaza, there should be someone there, waiting for us."
Onward walked Kyle, toward a group of skyscrapers. "Wa..wait for me kid." huffed Dahn, trying to catch up.
Rule number 23 --Those in the world above can have no interactions with those below. A P13 or P14 may be administered at those who attempt to subvert this rule.