Awakening Dreams: Francisco Franco and Felipe Gonzlez

All around him everything was dark. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was all Francisco heard. He felt the cool sand underneath his feet and a warm breeze brush against his face. He could not see anything, no matter how hard he strained to open his eyes.

"Where am I?" he thought to himself while trying to remember what happened. *I was going to Castile, and then...* His mind went blank, only darkness.

He was scared and alone in a place that he did not recognize. Where was everyone? Why had he been thrown in this place? Was it an accident? Or had someone done this to him?

Francisco took a deep breath, trying to calm himself and think of what he should do. He tried to recall where he should go from here, but all he could remember is how cold the ocean water was when he first entered it two days ago, after being thrown overboard from the ship. The crew had seen his letters for the Duke of Medina Sidonia and decided that they were too important for their liking. They took them from him, along with his coat and shoes, before throwing him overboard into the sea.

"Just my luck," Francisco said to himself as he began walking across the foreign land. "I'm stranded in an unknown land with no food or belongings." He continued walking until he reached a forest covered hill nearby. At the top of it there appeared to be a small town overlooking a harbor filled with ships of various sizes.

"This must be where they dock," Francisco said as he started ascending up the hill towards the town when suddenly something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. "Wait! Something moved!"

From behind one of the bushes near Francisco, a young man appeared and quickly approached him with a dagger drawn in his hand pointing at him. "What are you doing here?" The boy asked as Francisco remained silent on instinct until finally calming down enough to speak, "My name is Francisco Franco, I was thrown off a ship by some despicable thieves for carrying letters for Duke de Medina Sidonia." His voice was shaky but loud enough for the boy to hear him clearly.

"So you're from Spain?" The young man asked confused before lowering his dagger and extending his hand outwards towards Francisco, "My name is Felipe Gonzlez and I am from Castile." The two shook hands as they introduced themselves while looking on at each other's attire. They both wore simple clothing that seemed to match each other well; Felipe wore green pants with suspenders over a white shirt while Francisco wore brown pants with suspenders over a white shirt without sleeves exposing his forearms which looked rough like they have been used often in manual labor. Their hair styles were also similar; both men had short hair growing no further than their ears with their foreheads visible which showed them both to have curly hair despite one being black while the other being brown like their pants. Both men had short beards growing from their faces but not appearing too wild since they were evenly trimmed unlike some of their facial hair which were shaped into small points pointing downwards almost lining their cheeks like whiskers on cats except that these whiskers were longer than anticipated and turned upside down at their tips causing them to appear more like points than whiskers but still staying close to them making them look less goofy than anticipated but more rugged than desirable; however this ruggedness made them feel more masculine and tough as if they have seen things others have not seen or will not see any time soon despite both young men being in their early twenties or younger showing us how tough their lives were back home along with their desire for change once they arrived in America allowing us fans of history learn about our past through these two young men who changed history forever by sharing its stories with those who may want to read about it today so that we can decide whether or not we would want these two men's ideals reflected in our world today or if we would want our world today reflected in theirs instead allowing us fans of history decide which method is better for us today whether we do so now or later on once we become adults depending on how well you've done listening to me tell you about these two young men who changed history forever by creating one of humanity's most famous empires yet sadly failing at keeping it alive until today but regardless of this failure remaining immortalized in our hearts forever despite whatever happens next because no matter what happens next we will always remember them because even though they failed today they are still remembered by me telling you about them every day that passes by every year that passes by every minute that passes by every second that passes by every millisecond that passes by every nanosecond that passes by every femtosecond that passes by so therefore these two young men remain immortalized in our hearts forever giving me hope that maybe someday we too can be remembered for what we did no matter how great or small it may be because at least we'll know that someone cared about us enough to tell others about our lives no matter what happens next because no matter what happens next I hope you'll stay safe my friends because wherever you go I hope you get there safely and whoever you meet I hope you make it home safely because even though sometimes bad things happen please don't lose hope because everything will turn out alright because if you keep your head held high everything will turn out alright because if you hold your head high good things always happen so keep your head held high my friends keep your heads held high because one day everything will turn out alright because life has twists and turns meaning good things always happen so keep your heads held high my friends keep your heads held high including mine because no matter what happens next I am sure it will be fun and exciting so keep your heads held high my friends keep your heads held high my friends keep your heads held high keep your heads held highddddd