"Wake up sire! What's wrong you were yelling." "Oh, I guess I was having a bad dream, sorry for startling you."
Just then I sat upright in bed. "Jarvis, am I still dreaming? Hurry up and pinch me!" "why sire?" "because I'm in my house," I said in a panicked tone." My house was burned by a laser beam Jarvis. I saw it."
"that must have been the dream you were dreaming. Here let me prove it." "ow, your right!"
I wrote down the dialouge from when I woke up word for word because they were the happiest words I have ever heard. That desolate charred city I called home was indeed all a dream! All the fallen troops and villagers. All the murders of the ants. Every one of them was merely in my mind. My obviously twisted and stressed mind but none-the-less the very mid that ruled a large kingdom... My poor villagers.
Anyway, I have to come up with a plan to hinder the ants by any means necessary yet still within the treaty. They simply can't come up with that technology. Especially if that was a vision.
Excuse me now, I have to go dance in the courtyard for joy. Too bad if I haven't changed out of my pajamas yet, the castle dwellers will just have to deal with it.
