Stronghold: New Beginnings.

Chapter 4:

King of the World.

Max is dreaming...Let's see what's making him toss and turn, shall we? Time to view this nightmare;

He's reached the pony galaxy, after exactly two years, which was the designated time distance. But, something's wrong. Why does the world he's landed on look so dark and gloomy? He read the information, but it said there was no issue causing this. He looks around, unaware of what's going on. Then, the ground beneath his feet starts to crumble, as a hand lifts him to a echoing laugh, he turns around, and sees none other than...Reggie Phillips, Destroyer of Earth. And he seems to be the ruler of this new land.

“AAAAAAAAHH!!!” Was the first thing out of my mouth as I woke up, felling cold, dizzy, and sweaty at the same time. I  leaned forward, and put my head in my hand. Thinking back on it, I realized something must be wrong if I saw that, and believed it. There's no way I could have enough imagination to come up with that. I got up, and went to the bathroom, where I saw something I didn't exactly like.

Why did I have gray hair on the sides of my head?

“What the heck?” I asked. I decided that it must be some prank that Jake did to get payback for hitting the normal-gravity button or something. But I must have been wrong, because when I tried to wash it out, the white hair didn't go away. Which means, I'm dying. “Damn it!” I yelled as I slammed the sink, which cracked under my fist. Questions went through my head, like, “Is it possible that Reggie...survived?” and “How long do I have until I die?”

I decided to take a shower, and get dressed since I couldn't go back to sleep. I put on a white guinea-T, black boot-cut jeans, socks, and my black Jordan's. Then I went to a simulation room, and set it to training mode. The simulation became a room full of thugs. I set it to at least 10  of them. Then I pressed start, and the thugs charged. I immediately started fighting. I punched and jabbed and kicked, and 5 minutes later, every simulated thug was lying on the ground.

After that, I went to the main room, looked in the fridge, grabbed a red bull, and stared through a window, looking at the stars. Even though it didn't look it, I know a year has indeed passed. Just one more year, and we (meaning Jake and I) won't have to rely on oxygen from an artificial machine in the engine room. “Just one more year, Max,” I said. “Just one more year to go...”