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Sandrye carefully looked through the information the government had given him on the rebels. It basically explained that the government had no idea how to locate the mysterious and possibly fake group of renegades. And it was just perfect.

The government didn’t know about the rebels carefully planning in the shadows of their precious city, and as long as Sandrye played on both sides, it would stay that way. Because although Sandrye wasn’t very devoted to either side, he did agree that the rebels were going to change things, and the world needed changed. The government was doing a terrible job with what little they still had.

The government, especially the executive member Sandrye often worked with, often pretended everything was okay, and otherwise claimed they were doing their best, but not enough was happening for the people to be satisfied, and so someone had to do something, even if it was a group of rebels wanted for a crime from years ago that they didn’t commit.

If only it were the first time that had happened.

But. . . it also was, sort of.

Sandrye shook his head clear of confusing thoughts.

That was just a dream, he reminded himself for the seventeenth time. He wasn’t really from a world of fantasy. He was from here; There were no dragons, no friends. He was part of the cold reality now.

Still, sometimes he wished it were real. It had seemed real. He’d lived and planned and fought battles and so many other things, with people and dragons both. One of the dragons was even his, and his closest friend.

And unlike most dreams, he had felt what was happening. The emotions of betrayal, loyalty, awkwardness, rebellion, and things you probably wouldn’t have in most dreams, and. . .

Stop it, Sandrye scolded himself. You can’t convince yourself it was real, because even if it is, we can’t go back to it. Just focus on this broken world, not the one you fixed in a dream.

He leafed through the papers again, only half focusing, until something caught his eye.

The emblem for one of the more powerful cities, called <name>, was on one of the documents, so it was evidently for the office, and wasn’t meant to come to him. The title said Upon Request: Renegade Elimination Plan

So they obviously thought they had information. And in case they did, it was a truly wonderful thing that the letter hadn’t made it to office.

He carefully broke the seal and opened the letter.