Dream
Deep in the middle of a dark forest, the sound of children laughing and playing filled the air. But suddenly, a huge, scary creature covered in shadows appeared. It was like something from a bad dream. The kids screamed as it came closer.
BANG! The dream ended.
A loud voice shouted,
"Cuco! Wake up! It's eight o'clock! You're going to be late for school!"
Cuco sat up quickly, his clothes wet with sweat. His heart was beating fast. He could still see the forest, the monster, and the scared children in his mind. But one thing stayed clear—a glowing mark on his hand.
As Cuco ran to school, he kept thinking about the dream. It felt too real. At school, his friend leaned over and whispered, "You had the dream again, didn't you?"
Cuco looked at him. "How do you know?"
"You've had that dream for ten years," his friend said quietly. "But this time... something feels different."
Before Cuco could speak, the teacher walked in. "Sit down, class is starting!"
Cuco tried to listen, but his eyes kept going to his hand. The mark from his dream was really there. His friend saw it too. "That's the mark," he said. "I saw it in my dream last night."
After class, Cuco asked, "What's going on with us?"
Before his friend could answer, another student walked over. His name was Linux, the captain of the basketball team. "Cuco, we only have two weeks left before the big game. We need you to practice."
"I... I don't know if I can," Cuco said. "Something strange is happening."
"You're part of the team," Linux said. "You can think about that stuff later."
But Cuco wasn't sure. The dreams, the mark, the strange feeling inside him—it all felt too real to ignore.
Another classmate laughed. "Cuco, stop thinking about weird dreams. Basketball is what matters."
Cuco looked down at his glowing hand, then back at them. "You don't get it. Something is coming. And I think... it's coming for me."
Cuco walked home slowly after school. The sky was cloudy, and a strange wind blew through the streets, making the trees shake and whisper. He kept staring at the mark on his hand—it was glowing again, just a little, like it was alive.
Suddenly, Cuco stopped. He felt something behind him. He turned around fast—nothing was there. The street was empty. But he knew he wasn't alone.
That night, Cuco couldn't sleep. He kept hearing the sound of leaves rustling outside his window. At midnight, he sat up in bed. The mark on his hand was glowing brighter now, pulsing like a heartbeat.
Then, he heard it—a deep growl, coming from the forest behind his house.
Cuco's body froze. The sound was the same as in his dream.
He grabbed a flashlight and sneaked out of the house. The night air was cold. The forest looked darker than usual, like the trees were closing in.
As he walked deeper into the woods, the growling got louder. He saw shadows moving between the trees. Something was watching him. Then he saw it—two glowing eyes, staring straight at him from the darkness.
The beast from his dream stepped out. It was real.
Cuco wanted to run, but his legs wouldn't move. The beast growled again, and the mark on his hand lit up like fire.
Suddenly, a voice whispered in his head:
"You are chosen. You must remember who you are."
Then, everything went black.