Dreams which connect II

Casual looking house. Big green garden and white painted walls. Plain white. Nothing extra done to make this place interesting. Black dog is lying in front of door. View from the street, which is around twenty metres far away from street, reveals nothing. Just this. Casual looking house, with casual looking garden, middle class car, dog and casual family living inside. And it is pretty nice family too. Woman who goes to work in town every morning, her husband leaves an hour later for his job. At that time kids are already out quite some time. They attention church every time. Daughter is singing in choir. Oh, how casual and nice is this family. Old and slightly crazy cat lady, left by her family heartlessly, or just because she did not have one, sees all this. She knows everything. She knows that around twelve, husband comes home with a secretary and is there for hour. Every day. But she did not even give a thought to what they are doing. That man attends mass. They are working. Working.. hard. What are they doing when dog barks, pointed inside, what they are doing, when postman looks through the window and then runs away like a little boy who peaks at showers, what they are doing running away using backdoor as soon as wife arrives? Working.. working hard. They attend church, what bad could they be doing? Working. Working pretty hard. She sees and knows everything.
Everything she wants to see and know.
Oh, those goddamned punks. She sees and knows what they are doing. Nothing good. They are not attending mass. Oh, those punks. She knows what they are doing running around cemetery, sneaking out of house almost every night, always getting good grades. They are rising dead, century and more old corpses left behind by many wars. And then necromancer conflict. And then more human wars. She is sure they sneak out of the house every night to curse towns folk and plan their bad and evil deeds. They must bully teachers into giving them good grades. Oh, those goddamned punks. Everyone is afraid of them. But not her, lord is defending her. He keeps watch over her. Whole world went and fell like card house, but she is still all right. God loves her. She knows and sees that. She is sure. Nothing bad would ever happen to her. Like, last week, when th--

Huge explosion took down her back room, with part of wall of living room she stood in. After dust settled down, she was able to see burned bricks and wood lying on her backyard. Oh, poor roses. Slowly moving creatures start to flood the city, with whirling blade of tiny black haired girl slowing them as much as possible.
By now dream team arrived.
Potionist, human form of beauty itself, stood more in front. And her team of punks. She was such a good girl until that bunch ca--
Another huge explosion took down several zombies, the girl threw something into bunch of them, and another explosion raged. "punks" started their move, and fought their way to the girl. With spells and potions they fought back to back with warrior girl. They fought few minutes, until there were no enemies left. By that time, major arrived, all with priest, police officer and everything.
No one said a single word.
No one, but warrior girl.
I am fifty sixth warrior of Lord of Light who illuminate our journey through darkness of life. I am sorry, I lost control over situation now. By lords wisdom, this group of priests helped me. She looked at figures standing right behind her, all of them laughting.
She looked back at officers with question in her eyes.
They are local satanist group. They defend city, you can say, but sometimes make trouble as well. I am just happy that no one got hurt, and that they were not cause of this! Said the police officer, while everyone nodding with agreement.
The girl looked surprised.
Emperor ordered satanists to register at local church, and I have no information about such action. But I was notified by local Holy guard about still increasing activity of undead around city walls. Therefore, I am here to arrest them, and then tale them to be executed due to disobeying the emperor.
Now mayor looked surprised.
How long have you been out there? Its more than a year now that emperor has been killed, and democracy established. Now every city make their own rules and laws. I must admit these kids are making commotion quite often, but they are definitely not going anywhere with you. On another account, you destroyed the wall with dangerous explosives, lured big amount of zombies with you, into town, and burned down field on the outside. Now you demand execution? By emperors lures, you should be executed. But we are no longer such an uneducated society. You defended yourself, everyone is safe. But local cult saved your life, you must admit that at least.
Yes, I admit that, but--
And therefore, your life, your soul, your freedom and you, like being, like human, belong to local cultist guild. What will you do to her? I ask thee, there, in front of town folk, what will you do with life of this girl?
Potionist felt good, just like that, they gained a new member, or servant, or slave for them. She liked especially last possibility. As she was about to speak, tell every on as guild leader what she have on mind, someone broke her plans. Oh, you asshole. Not now, don't act like hero and gentleman now! And they were so close. Damnit.
Let her go. Fifty sixth holy warrior of forces fighting for now fallen emperor, feel free to remain.. free. Also, we would feel honoured if you would stay at our guild house. Feel free to speak for yourself, and defend your rights if needed. I establish you a member of our little society, something around a thousand folks, anyway, and give you all the rights every other member have.
This was unexpected. Everyone was running with their eyes from leader to this boy. Was this all? They could have.. used her. They were satanists damnit! What kind of cult is this!? Now, leader looks like she did is ready to speak.
*sight* I have nothing against that.
Thank you, and sorry for damages. I would feel honoured if I could join local defenders, or police, or at least guards. Now, it seems, I have no home to return to. Also, I can not say how much I am sorry, leader of --

Nuuuuu! Mr. Pawnington is dead! What have became of this world! You! Goddamned PUNKS! You made my house fall! You killed Mr. Pawnington! Shame on you, shame on you!!!
And then everyone walked away. Everyone but neighbour, who let old lady sleep in his house.


And he instantly regret this. Its no fun, when old lady who sees and knows everything sleeps in your house.