Re:Inheritance

A tiny prolouge

A tiny prologue

There she was. Every night, Josh had the same dream, without fail. He was walking through a field, in a moonless night, unable to see his path, yet he knew it all the same. After a few minutes of the solitary walking, he would see a figure in the distance. A lone woman, mysteriously beautiful and welcoming. He knew he had met her before, yet he didn't know where or how. As he got close enough to reach out and touch her, out stepped out 8 figures from the woods ringing the meadow, clutching their individual weapons of choice. They surrounded the two quickly, and Josh knew there was no escape. As the weapons speed towards his skin, the girl always speaks his name, and he would awake with a start, and sit wide awake, pondering the dream and its obvious signifigance

"Josh, snap out of it!"

"What? Sorry, I was daydreaming again, what where you saying?"

Drew sighed in frustration, lately his friend and roomate Josh had been so scatterbrained, he had repeatedly wondered if Josh had taken to smoking pot. "I was asking you if you wanna go see a concert with me, numbskull!" Josh, still only paying half attention, replied "Um, sure, sounds cool, whos playing again?"

"Seriously Josh? I've told you at least a dozen friggin times, its this awesome underground band."

"Oh right, I forgot you were a hipster." Josh said with as much condecision as humanly possible. He sighed, his head still stuck on the recurring dream. Suddenly, he interupted Drew, who was still going on about that band, and asked "Hey...do you think dreams can have a message? Like, if I had a recurring dream, could it be trying to tell me something?"

"Well, how should I know?! Do I look like I know about dreams? I know about two things, good music and being a hipspter."

Josh groaned in exasperation, and tried to focus on Drew, but he just couldn't, so he said "I gotta go run some errands, I'll be right back." And walked out of the apartment

Stepping out with board in hand, Josh didn't really know where to go. In his usual attire, beanie with his shaggy blonde bangs poking out, old vest, a Drake t-shirt, skinny jeans and converses, he wasn't really dressed for success. Luckily, he wasn't going to meet anyone important today, or so he thought. Skating along the sidewalk in dowtown Seatle, he had no idea what to do with himself. He could go to the movies, but his deadbeat boss screwed him out of his paycheck. Again. He could go get some lunch, but, same problem. One day he was gonna quit that dump, he promised himself. "Eh" he thought to himself, "I'll just go for a walk and clear my head, maybe I can figure out what that dream means." Little did he know, the answer to his question was much closer than he thought.

At the same time Josh was thinking all this, a young woman was very late for work. Over 3 hours late, to be exact. She wasn't in any hurry though. She was enjoying the beautiful breeze on the unseasonally warm spring day as it blew through her short, tomboy-ish hair. Her father hated that style, so, of course she wears it like that. Half of the guys she dated were for that purpose as well. Yes, Leah had a rather strained paternal relationship, but her father loved her, and she loved him. Which is why she worked as his newspaper office, even though she wanted desperately to be an artist. Yet she stayed at her fathers failing company, besides, she often asked herself, what are the chances she could make it as an artist? No matter her career choices in the future, she had to focus on the now, and now, she had to get to work. Little did Leah know, her entire life was about to be changed.

When the two met, very different thoughts were going through their heads. Josh was still wrapped up in his dreams, and because of that, he wasn't paying attention to where he was going. But could you can't really blame the poor guy. He had his headphones in, he was on his board, and when that happens, nothing else matters. Leah, on the other hand, was looking over some articles that needed to be approved for publication. Just because she was late for work, didn't mean she wasn't working. So, as Josh focused on Tyler The Creator, Leah focused on tomorrows Sports section, and the stars aligned. With a collision 22 years in the making, the two lovers, bound by destiny and blood were finally brought together.

"What the hell is your problem?!?" Leah roared, she could be very frightening when she was mad. "Oh, damn, I'm so sorry! Let me help you with your papers!" Josh managed to stutter out, before becoming deathly quiet. This wasn't lost on Leah, who was still pissed about her newspaper draft. She quickly snapped "Hey! Are you gonna help me or not?" Josh, who was still in shock, quickly snapped out of it, and started helping her.

"Have I met you before ?"

"No, I think I'd remake someone as clumsy as you."

"Oh, it's just... You're the girl of my dreams."

This gave Leah reason to pause, and she glared at Josh. "Now really isn't a good time for crappy pickup lines." Josh, fiercely blushing by this point, weakly protested "No, see, I keep having this recurring dream, and you're always in it, except it doesn't look like you..." Realizing how crazy he sounded, Josh trailed off.

"Look, I have to go, have fun being insane."

"No, wait! Can I buy you a drink sometime, I swear I'm not normally this off." Leah laughed, a high tinkling sound, and said, "You knock me down, screw my work up, go psycho, then ask me out?" Dads gonna love this one, Leah thought to herself, then she spoke with a secret little smile Josh happened to find very distracting, "Okay, here's my number, call me sometime!" And then she was gone, leaving Josh with an inky palm, and a huge grin.

The poets, dreamers, and lovers of any society seem to have come to at least one concensus: true love never dies. It would appear that our protaganists are a prime example of this. But, to fully understand the build up to the twos meeting, we must go back, to the very beginning of this tale and their love. In a small kingdom, whose name has long been forgotten, and whos buildings have long since crumbled away, there lies our beginning.