Lone Warrior-Chapter 1: The Invitation

" Megan, Martina, are you awake?" I asked.
I didn't expect them to answer, I thought they were asleep. "What?" said both of them in unison.
I could make out the faint outline of Martina, propped up against her pillow, while Megan had not moved one bit. "I had a really weird dream where I was sword-fighting this man. I don't have a clue who he was but his sword was called...Om...Omi...hang on a sec...Omi...I can't remember."
Megan suddenly sat up, "Omicron?"
"Huh?"
"The sword, was it named Omicron?" said Megan impatiently.
"Yes! The's it! But how did...how did you know?" I inquired.
"Omicron is the sword of the..."
Megan broke off, a terrified look on her face. "I...I mean, I don't know."
She dropped back into her pillows. Martina gave a quick glance in her direction and frowned. "Anyway, Omicron is the Greek name for the letter O."
"How did you learn that?" I asked, startled .
"English class. You do know that Mrs. Xanthis? When she found out that I was interested in the language, she asked if I wanted to stay after school to learn more about it."
"Did you know that Megan?" I said.
"No."
Martina stifled a yawn and I realized how late it was. "We should get to sleep. Night."
"Goodnight."
"Night."
One by one we drifted off to sleep, me being the last. When finally I got to sleep it was already 2:30am. We slept so soundly that none of us noticed the window crack open slightly. Didn't see the head poking through the gap. And neither did we stir, as the stranger closed the window and was swallowed by the darkness.

TO BE CONTINUED...