Sf {} Ch - 34

Instructions

Flash didn't realize just how tired he was until he collapsed at the edge of the moon-lit ocean. Despite his lack of comfort, he appeared to be quite peaceful. He laid there, paws dipped into the water with a soft expression on his face. The moon shone gently upon his fur, it's glow appearing to smile on him, and tell him everything would be okay. ...If only he'd just listen, things would be so much easier for him. Flash woke up.. back home, in his nest? Was....it all... just a dream? Flash sighed, realizing sorrowfully that this had to be the case. A dream. A long, boring, chaotic dream which certainly served no purpose other then to torment him with thoughts of what his life could be. But with a deep breath, he realized quickly that the life in that dream wasn't the life he wanted anyways, so there was no use thinking about it. Flash stared into the distance for a moment before slowly rising to his feet. It was early, he realized. Much earlier then he normally got up. Or- so he thought. His mind was blurred, trying to differentiate between what was real and what.. wasn't. In any case, Flash decided, he should probably get the day started. That's when he remembered he'd have to see his father, and a feeling of sickening dread filed him, out he told it to go away- to which it didn't listen, but it made him feel as if it might've- and started outside. As Flash walked, he didn't really think much, or pay attention to his surroundings. He was in a sort of daze, only being half awake as he stumbled through the tall grass of his Father's kingdom. The Speed Mystic Kingdom appeared to be very simple at a first glance. It was mostly flat, aside from some small hills and mountains on the West Coast, where the Kingdom faded into the Nature Kingdom. It was clear to anyone who cared to look- which Flash never did- that the Kingdom was in total disrepair and wasn't taken care of half as well as most of the other Kingdoms. Then Nature Mystics, for instance, took great pride in their beautiful kingdom and respected the land, caring for it and the budlings they put there. The Speed Mystics, however, were lazy and sloppy, despite their claims about being the "Best" Kingdom. The buildings were run down, except for the palace which was halfway taken care of due to Static's constant demands. The grass was overgrown and yellowed- which, granted, is partially from the hot climate and constant burn marks from the Speed Mystics always dashing around the place- ...It was still dirty.. In fact, they rarely ever even cleaned up after themselves, and the whole place had the *slightest* smell to it. Not a strong, overbearing smell, but a faint, 'eugh' kind of stench. ...All that aside... Flash was used to it. He took no notice of the slight smell, or the falling-down dens that the Nature Mystics had so carefully helped them make so many years ago, and he certainly didn't care about the smell of burnt grass, or the fact that anywhere he tried to walk, someone dashed in his path and called him slow. He was used to it. Flash wandered mindlessly, ignoring all the insults thrown at him- some from his siblings, and others given to him by total strangers, taking no notice of what they said- But he stopped when he heard one familiar voice.