Dimy Trub: The Unforgotten Warriors

The two brothers laughed, now turning the mini-ships around the Losangolar Hill at the same time that the Sun disappeared behind it. "But I'm curious, Dimy. What happened, after all, that you started to believe in yourself a little more? By any chance, does it have any connection with that possible dream of yours?" asked Walt. "It probably wasn't a dream," Dimy replied. The boys spiraled among themselves, leaving Futikining and re-entering Coleskining. "But yes. She had to do with it." "She?" repeated Walt. "Loyane, the girl I thought was a mirage. But she is real; probably real. Slightly surreal." "You know, Dimy, it's strange, but something quite similar happened to me. I've been having visions, as if they were dreams, where there was an older girl with incredible abilities; although, in those visions, I was also older than I am now, for some reason, and, like Nayona, I also had unimaginable powers..." Walt began to wander in thought. "We built a world together; a palace of light, a constellation and even a galaxy..." "Poetic. Nayona and Walt: a cosmic union." Dimy laughed. "She didn't call me Walt..." "What did she call you, then? Sweet little Wally?" "Obviously not, idiot. It was a strange nickname... but unusually familiar." "What else did you do together?" "We... danced together." "You did what? Did you guys dance together?" "Everything seemed so real and so strange at the same time." The brother had once again rambled through his own memories. "We danced to the sound of 'Gramofon', an old waltz by a famous earthly composer. We were literally in the middle of Space, among planets, stars and comets. And the craziest thing of all, Dimy, is that this particular vision was repeated several times." "Wow." Dimy exclaimed, surprised. "Your imagination is getting more and more creative, Walt. Congratulations! Just imagining you dancing was hilarious..." "You don't believe me, do you?" asked Walt, getting irritated. "Well, maybe I don't believe your stupid story, either. Maybe Nayona is just my imagination, and Loyane, a mirage of yours." "Hey! She is not a mirage!" Dimy disagreed, enraged. "And Nayona is not my imagination!" replied a very aggressive Walt. The two brothers had no way of knowing, at that moment, that this would be one of their last arguments for a long, long time... Read more