Starting from zero
"Oh no, not again!", the bitbeast of Robert Jurgens moaned, obviously frustrated with his partner. The young boy was arguing again with his teammate and so called friend Johnny McGregor. It was the third time - and they only had wednesday!
"Tell me about it", muttered Salamalyon in the same tone. "I think my ears will bleed if I listen anymore." Olivers unicorn bend her white head and looked at the other one. "Honey, do you even have ears?" Salamalyon rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean." They watched as Johnny cussed rather harshly. "Ouch!", they said in unison when Robert answered as hotly.
"At least they do something meaningfull", the last one in their round said now, "I don't know if my Enrico thinks of anything else than girls and dating. He could get more serious." Salamalyon grinned. "Wanna trade?" Amphilyon shook his massive head. "No, it was my decision, after all. But we have to do something. Now." That was true. The four boys surely understood the meaning of being a team - they just couldn't function as one. The roles had been given long ago and they reacted on them as often as they tried not to. And their bitbeasts were done with their bickering.
They tried to tell them. Really, but not reacting in a battle did not do the job. They just switched parts and thought that was the solution. Doing other movements then ordered was even more of a dumb idea. They laughed about each other - what soon turned into the same bickering again. So, that left them with one other option.
"I think you're right. At least then they will listen." Griffolyon sounded so sure like they already had the change done. "I do hope so", muttered Unicolyon, "Humans often tend to do something rather unexspected."
Robert was not sure, what this was about now, but he was positive that he dreamed the whole thing. Why else would Salamalyon, Johnnys bitbeast, stand right in front of him? In a room, too dark to see anything else but bright enough to clearly see the skintexture of that thing? He pulled his eyebrows together and waited. For what he was not sure about. Maybe this was another dream of their failing teamwork. The salamander looked him straight in the eye. "You're finally here", he wispered. At least he thought it was a he. How can you tell with all of that being not human?
"I am here", he answered. "What is this?" His question went unheard. "I have brought you here. It is my will that will hold you here." For a bitbeast which had chosen Johnny as his partner, the thing did know how to hold a speech! "Which means, I am asleep?", Robert inquired. He was not afraid. Usually, he was the one controlling the situation, he always was. Why would a dream be any different? And his dream on top of that. This could not be serious now, could it? "You're not", the bitbeast drowned on, "You are in a state between sleep and being awake. You humans call it coma, but I prefer the words on our side. You want to know what brought you here, huh?" Robert nodded, not knowing that his friend Johnny had just asked the same question.
"Because we are fed up with your endless fights!", snapped Griffolyon. Johnny McGregor, scottish member of the Majestics raised one eyebrow. So this was about him and Robert? Why did the bitbeast bother about his masters friends? "Isn't that something we have to figure out? Not you?", he asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Little did he know that Robert demanded the same thing in the same second. Griffolyon rolled his eyes. "It is not. Do ya know how really annoying it is to listen to ya 24/7? I think one day my brain will burst!" That sappy tone and the way of talking did not fit for the big bird and especially since it was Roberts bitbeast. Johnny grinned, even snickered a little. "I think we would make great partners", he said. It was meant as a joke. You cannot count on a bitbeast that has nothing more in common with you than the talkingstyle. "You would want me to be your partner?", Griffolyon asked, absolutely serious. "Maybe, for a while until Roberts knows what you're worth", the Scott answered. After all, this was just a dream - why not make it some sort of fun? "Than raise your hand", came the instruction. Johnny shrugged his shoulders and did as he was told. The bird pressed his massive head against the soft hand and wind suddenly whipped around them. "Remember, this is my will, not yours. I am the one that began this, I will be the one to end this!" The wind grew that strong that the redhaired boy had to close his eyes. Than everything went black.
Robert asked himself for just one second if he had done a mistake. A horrible one. His hand was raised too, the fire around him blazing hot. He realized he had just given away any control of the situation. That was not acceptable, even for a dream! "Wait", he said, but he was cut of. "The thing is done, it cannot be undone untill I say so. Your will does not longer influence your life." The flames glistened that intensely that he had to close his eyes.
Robert awoke with a start. He gasped as bright light shined into the room. What had that been? A dream? Or something more? He ran one hand through his hair and sat up. "What a crazy thing to dream about", he muttered. He blinked, really confused. What had happened to his voice? It sounded quite funny, a lot higher than before. He decided to let it slide and got out of bed. Looking down he blinked again. Why was he only wearing boxers? He preffered to sleep in pjs all the time? Was that some joke of his team again? He sighed an looked around, trying to see if his friends were hiding somewhere, watching his reaction when he wakes up.
Hold on - this wasn't his room! Where was he? This room was not even half as big as his own room in the castle, the colors were different and he had certainly no big mirror in his bedroom. He sighed, ready to cut that joke to an end. He was positiv that someone was watching him from the inside of this mirror. Maybe that was a one-way thing like you see in this irrational stupid crimemovies? He walked towards it and looked. He froze, seeing but not seeing. Experimentally, he rose one hand. The person in the mirror did the same. He touched his face. That was copied, too. Robert opened his mouth and tried to speak, but his head was empty, as he struggeled to grasp the situation. His hand fell down again.
Finally, he managed to ask himself a question, too low for anybody else to hear, exept himself: "I...am Johnny?!"
