Unnamed at the moment but here it is:
“Egress!” shouted the brown haired man in armour, gripping a green-blue sword stuck in the back of a black three headed dragon. The people around the dragon dissappeared, dwarves, a white haired wolf, humans, a silver dragon and others in the mix. The man however, did not.
The brown haired man and a white robot speak to a farmer. The words are unheard as they talk on the farm.
“The force sword…” mutters Bowie, his blonde hair damp with sweat, sitting up. He looks around him, the wooden ceiling above the simple room with a bed and a cabinet, before finally remembering he had come to speak to Chaz, who now lived in the house formally belonging to his father. Bowie was there to speak the wizard about the court wizardship, having not seen him much in the past twenty years since they defeated Zeon. Ten years after that, Bowie had become king, making visits like this almost impossible. So Bowie was here to ask Chaz to become court wizard, as Sir Astral had just wandered into the wild, seen by noone. Kazin would have been the perfect choice, but he and Sarah had wandered into East Parmecia. Tyrin had dissappeared, so Chaz was left.
Bowie climbs out of bed, the white bedclothes hanging from his lean, muscular frame. The wooden cottage floor creaks under his bare feet as he slowly walks to the cabinet where his clothes lay.
“Goodbye Bowie, and I wish you a safe journey home!” shouts Chaz, as Bowie walks towards the hill in the horizon. The now aged wizard begins to walk inside his house.
Bowie walks down the hill, the cottage disappearing behind him.
“Defencive positions!” hears Bowie, the familiar voice of his friend Jaha, now captain of the Granseal armies, ordering his soldiers. Bowie saw the soldiers and their opponents, some bandits, some three minutes run from him. Bowie slides the Force Sword as the bandits crash against the better trained soldiers. By the time he reaches them, the soldiers were already surrounding the remaining bandits. Bowie dives into the bandits, swinging his holy sword in wide arcs, slaying most of the remaining bandits. Then a bandits smashes Bowie around the head, knocking him to the ground. Bowie’s conciousness dissappears in seconds.
He is in a cave, a creature infront of him. The creatures face, white skinned with red eyes and white pupils. White hair hangs from it’s head, it’s body covered in red fair, metal like rings around it’s wrists and ankles, bare pink skin on it’s hands.
“I am Mawlock… Master of the cards…” says the creature, in an almost human voice.
“What are you? Is this a dream?” asks Bowie.
“I cannot reveal what I am, for I was left somewhere… And yes, this is a dream… I have brought you into the dream world because I need your help…”
Will post more soon…
My only suggestion is to watch how dialogue-heavy it seems to be so far. Maybe use indirect speech to cover some areas and add variation to the prose, and more description would plump it up a lot. But, it really is tonnes better than your last fics - I’m glad to see you kept working at it ^^