[center][h2]Lance 
Daga-Bulong[/h2][/center][hr][indent]
Lance slept, and as he slept, he dreamed. Such an occurrence was rare; rarely did he experience anything in his slumber but a familiar but inviting darkness, and more often than dreams, he had nightmares. Not the kinds that force you awake, screaming your lungs out, or even the kind that makes you break out into a cold sweat as you sleep, unable to distinguish the reality from a distant, unrealistic fear.

No, his nightmares were arguably worse than either. His nightmares were memories - a reminder that he needn't close his eyes to experience terror, because that kind of darkness was something he lived in.

For the first time in awhile, what he saw as he slept was no nightmare. It was a dream, a vivid fantasy where he was happy. That was how he knew it was a dream; the kind of happiness he was experiencing was nothing like he'd ever felt before. The sense of contentment and security, and above all, the lack of regret and shame. It was unrealistic, it was impossible, and it was way too sappy for his tastes.

But for some reason didn't feel like waking up.

Still, like many other moments in his life, reality refused to cooperate; just as the dream reached a point where it was pathetically saccharine, with him having a wife and kids and a nice house with a white picket fence and all that happy-dappy business, he was recalled to the world of the living by the gentle prodding of his other-worldly partner. Yul-Cth was aware of how he valued his sleep, so if he was waking him up, it meant only one thing.

Sure enough, the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was the vivid underwater scenery of Molokai. Turtles and fish swam around him as Yul-Cth crawled through the underwater terrain at breakneck speed, making a beeline straight towards the school. 

Right now, he was lying down in a cradle shaped out of his partners tentacles. He was kept dry as a bubble made using its abilities kept the water away, and created a space for him to breath. The bubble itself filtered in oxygen from the surrounding waters, so all-in-all it was actually more comfortable than it looked.

[color=blue]"We almost there, Yul?"[/color] he asked, stretching away the stiffness in his body.

He felt more than heard his partners affirmation. With a nod, Lance, at this point wearing nothing but the clothes he was born with, put on a pair of boardshorts and swimming goggles and got up, looking up at the aquatic world moving around him, he got into a small crouch and waited.

They'd done this so many times before that Yul didn't even require a signal from him. Once they got close enough to the island, the bubble keeping the water out suddenly burst, and suddenly Lance was flooded on all sides by water. With a grin, the boy shot off, away from his partner and began swimming for the surface. With Yul following closely after him, he swam the remainder of the way to the island, which was still a good 5[sub]km[/sub] away - if he ever got tired on the way, it would be close by, ready to act as a sort of resting point.

It was unnecessary, however, as currently Lance felt like he was in top form. Without stopping, he swam all the way to the island, just in time for several other students to drop off from whatever transports carried them here. 

With deep breaths, Lance rested on top of the sands of the islands beach. He'd stay there for awhile, some students passing him by giving him a strange or curious look, until he was completely dry. A tentacle shot out of the water with a bubble attached to it containing his change of clothes, and in few a moments, he was quickly approaching the machine for the necessary information this year.

Just two more years and he'd be leaving. That being the case, it was the best time to set his plans in motion; he had only two more years to make an impact, and to further his standing. He'd been preparing silently and inconspicuously for the past years in preparation for these next to years.

And god help whoever got in his way.[/indent]