Warriors of the pale moonlight

This is a fantasy story I made up myself.  So with on further stalling.  

Enjoy the first bit of: Warriors Of The Pale Moonlight.

"Levi no!" Stan yelled.  "Don't leave me alone!"

Stan shot up from his bed dripping with sweat.  He was extremely glad that this had been a dream.  

"Stan wake up, you'll be late for school." Stan's mom yelled from the second story.  "Hurry you missed the bus, again!"

He stepped off his bunk bed and pulled on his school clothes.  Still groggy he slowly moved to the bathroom.  After he had brushed his teeth he started down the twenty steps that led to the second story.  

"There you are." Stan's mother breathed.  "You are going to have your eighth tardy this week!"

Stan said,"Sorry mom, I had a odd dream."  "I dreamed about Levi again."

"Oh for the love of Pete Stan, I told you that its just a dream."

Stan felt the anger boiling up in him.  It had seamed so real to him.  Who cares if he got eight tardies in one week.  It was a school record.  Anyway he hated his first period class.  

Stan spoke up,"I am going out the door to school."  "I'll be back at four thirty."

"Don't forget about your piano lesson!" His mom yelled after him.  

He could care less about a dumb piano lessons.  He would probably miss half of first period.  The walk to school took at least a half of an hour if you were walking fast.   He thought about his odd dreams again.  Why was he dreaming about Levi?  He didn't really even like him.

"Checkpoint one reached." Stan whispered to himself.

Stan had always dreamed of being a commander of the air force.  But he knew would have to wait a while.  Checkpoint one was a old barber shop that was closed down two years ago because of a rat that chewed its way though the wires and cables.  After one day the barber shop started on fire.  Killing only one person.  

"What was that son." A strange man said from behind him.

"Do I know you." Stan yelled over to him.

"No you don't, but I do."  The man said drawing closer to him.

The man was built everywhere the eye could see.  He had very straight long hair.  He held a hilt of what looked like a four foot long sword, that was strapped to his waist.  The sword was still in it's little loop on the man belt.  The belt held a dagger the sword and a small watch.

Stan was starting to be very scarred. 

"What do want from me." Stan said nervously.

"I need to ask you a simple question." The man said softly.

"Shot." Stan said quietly.

"Do you want to be warrior?"