A/N Hello everyone! This is SoulErrorArwitch here, also known simply as Soul. I decided to do my idea of the one-shots for Hero's Destiny. I've had this one lying around for a little while, and I thought that this would be a good way to start this one-shot series off. I hope you all enjoy this, and thanks for reading. I'm sorry for how short this is...Oh, by the way, if anyone can guess who Zalio was originally, I'll give you a diamond!

Dreams

There was a reason that explained why Zalio liked sleeping so much. It wasn't because he was often times tired, or because he had an extremely comfortable bed-although the latter was true. It was a different fact all together, a fact that he knew the other shells hated.

It was the dreams. Zalio loved the dreams he got when he was asleep. It was an almost magical glimpse of before he became a shell. It was fun, at least if only in memories, to live as the player he once was.

One time he remembered was when his past self had battled "Herobrine". That was one of the first dreams that he had. He had found himself strangely enjoying it at the time, and if you asked him, his reply would not be different. He would grin, saying how he almost enjoyed the adrenaline rushing through him, and getting to see the battle between "Notch" and "Herobrine". He would laugh when you asked about the exploding pigs. He would smile in that melancholy way that he did when trying to recall his memories, and say that he fondly remembered telling a ghost story around the campfire, only to be woken up and see that the totem had been activated.

And then there was the time he broke someone out of prison. All that he had was a crowbar, a TNT minecart, a redstone torch, and a couple of rails. He remembered how hard it was, but he couldn't exactly remember who he was breaking out, or why he was breaking them out in the first place. That was the problem with the dreams. Often times, certain details would be excluded from them. He yearned to know what he was missing, but each time he slept, it always seemed to be a different dream.

As far as Zalio knew, he was the only shell that actually enjoyed the dreams.

His greatest wish-One that he had never told anyone else (especially Stesa) because he feared that they would call him crazy-was that he wanted to meet the player he had once been. He wanted to meet the one he had been, and even possibly get a chance to talk to him.

And that was why Zalio slept so much.