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buckysberrytea · 6 months

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Death Or Destruction?

Chapter 1 : The Unknown Dreamer

Paring: Morpheus x OriginalFemCharacter!

Word Count: 1164

Summary: Morpheus has been visiting a dream for aeons. Upon his return to the dreaming he tries to visit it again. What will happen when he encounters a mysterious girl instead-

Tags/ warnings: sfw (mainly), post events of netflix adaptation

a/n: Hi! I'm back at writing fanfictions! This is only chapter one i will try updating regularly (will not vanish from the face of the earth like i did before).

*This fic will use both 3rd and ocasionally 1st pov*

A dark black sky. Endlessly spread. Hauntingly silent. Fear breeding. Life eliminating. Plagued by death and decay. Breaking the cycle of birth and death of all creations. Timeless. Everything just seized to exist.

At the centre, a single entity stood staring into the once-starry sky. A glowing smoke. A few feet away stood Morpheus. Dream Of The Endless.

He often caught himself visiting this dream. An unknown dreamer. A nameless book in his library. The same dream every night for aeons. Only in this dream, he did not see the dreamer properly. He visited the dream every day.

After escaping Rodrick Burgess and finding all his tools. He tried visiting it again. He did not find it. The book from the library had disappeared too. A dreamer's book does not simply disappear. Upon asking Lucienne about the book's disappearance and indirectly asking for her input, he was unable to conceive a conclusion.

A rumour floated the dreaming. A prophecy they said.

"Its eyes will be filled with the night sky. It will wield destruction in its hands"

Morpheus had heard of such rumours for years. No one ever came. Nor did he care for such foolish nonsense. The Dreaming was protected, whoever dared to step foot in his realm with ill intentions should simply be eliminated. All threats should be instantly neutralized.

One very uneventful night Morpheus visited the pier on the outskirts of the Dreaming. The majestic waters of the sea held dreams upon dreams. Bored, an idea popped into his mind. "The unknown dreamer". "Was the dream still there?" He wondered. He decided to investigate. Dream reached into his pouch grabbing a handful of his sand. As he threw it up the sand moved around him, swallowing him as he vanished into the unknown dream.

There he stood. In the same darkness? This wasn't dark at all. It was a starry night sky. His night sky. The exact one that expanded over the dark sea. Except. He was mid-air. With the celestial bodies. He could walk around as though there was ground beneath his feet.

This time he felt something. A strong emotion. Maybe a combination of emotions. Distress, anger, confusion, sadness and most importantly fear. It slowly plagued his chest.

A faint voice called out "Sisters of the night help me!". Morpheus turned around to face the source.

A woman? A woman knelt a few feet away from him with her eyes closed and her hands clasped as though she was praying. Her soft cheeks were stained with tears. As the dream lord studied her he heard her say something, something he would not be able to ignore.

A plead. She begged for saving.

"Save me whoever listens. Save me from this cold realm. I beg any elder who listens. All those omnipotent or near. Listen to my prayers. Listen to my sisters' prayers. Find me!".

As an "Endless" Dream was nearly omnipotent. Therefore, as the ruler of the Dreaming it was his responsibility to oversee such matters. "Who asks for my presence?" Morpheus' dark deep voice called out. The woman opened her eyes. She took a deep breath in as if she had been suffocating. "With whom do I have an audience, my lord?" Curiosity filled her damp grey-green eyes. The atmosphere shifted. The dream could feel the change in her emotions. Peace? Calm? No, Hopeful?

"I am Morpheus, Dream Of The Endless, Master Of Dreams, The Prince Of Stories. I shall answer your prayers, for you are in my realm. Tell me where are you in the waking world?"

"I know not where I am. Only that it is dark and cold. I do not travel between the worlds or realms. My lord, save me from this place. Find me! I beg of you!" . Tears pricked her eyes. Her voice sounded simply defeated.

Pity. That's what he felt for her. He hasn't felt that in a while for anyone. Walking towards the woman Morpheus held out his hand. She hesitated. But at last, grabbed his pale hand shakily. His sand engulfed them. And in the very next moment, they both stood next to each other.

A dark, cold place. Morpheus' feet almost sunk into the wet ground.

What was this place? His mind was filled with this question.

A lonely fading moon in the sky barely lit the vast nothingness. This place was no longer considered to be his realm. It was once a night sky similar to the one in the Dreaming but, celestial bodies eventually die. So the Dreaming moved on. Whatever remained became a transitional space between the realms.

Looking around he saw her walk towards something. She sat on a stone with her back towards him and her head tilted to the sky. Dream approached her. Before he could say anything her soft voice spoke. "It must be lonely. She shines all alone. She's weak- losing her power. My presence here only gives her reason to shine. Soon she must let go."

Celestial bodies eventually die. When no new stars are born the realm begins to decay however, they can not die until all inhabitants of the area have migrated.

Dream remembers what he has and hasn't created within the realm. She is not a creation of his. "Who are you? And why do you stay here?". The dream Lord's heavy voice spreads around them. "For all my life till now. I have always been here. I have seen seven thousand, four hundred and two nights-".

"Twenty years?" Dream thought. He found it quite odd. Morpheus has been visiting this dream for aeons. How can "she" only be 20 years old?

"If you feel stuck here I shall take you back to my realm." Dream offered.

"I must say goodbye first." A bitter sweet smile spread across her face as she stood up to face the sky one last time. "Farewell Mikopolien. May you find peace in your death my sister." She ended with a sigh. A simple bow of her head and she turned to Morpheus. "Odd" Morpheus thought. Why would she refer to the star as a 'sister' ?

Just like that the sand engulfed them one last time. The light of the lonely moon gave out as they returned to The Dreaming.

Morpheus' throne room was quiet and cold as ever. The girls eyes bounced off every surface trying to absorb the new environment. Hurried footsteps echoed outside the room. They got closer anf closer. Luciene rushed into the room. "My lord the baby nightmares have ran into fiddlers gr- ". She took a moment to stare at the scene infront of her. Surprised by the new entity she asked hesitantly "My lord is she one of your new creations?". Morpheus expressionlessly stared back at her.

"She is a guest in our realm Lucienne. Ensure she receives the proper attention and aid. I have work I need to return to." Morpheus replied glancing at the girl who was too busy looking around the room.

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buckysberrytea · 3 years

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The First Time I Saw “Him”.

Word Count: 963

Summary: You have been strictly told not to enter the garden. Seeing an opportunity, you go for it. That’s when for the first time, you see “Him”.

The big door slammed behind me. Hot tears start streaming down my face. It felt as if someone was squeezing my heart with their hand. "Mother d-didn't ha-ave to be so m-ea-n abou-t it!" The sentence is barely audible between my loud sobs. I just could not see why Mother would be so angry about me spending time in the garden. I start walking in that state towards my room. She had yelled at me quite loudly. Just when I thought Father would stand up for me, he turned a blind eye to her. He acted as if there was no one else in the room other than him. It shattered my heart as he was supposed to support me. He knew I did nothing wrong.

My feet drag through the doors of my bedroom. As soon as they shut behind me, I manage to cry even louder. Thoughts race through my mind at a rapid speed. Scenes from the "talk" started repeating in my mind. "I thought I made it very clear Y/N! You are not allowed to go in the garden!" Mother yelled. "It's just a garden. There is no danger in it that you can use as a reason to talk to me like this!" I argued back, turning my head in Father's direction as a sign for him to support me. However, he remains focused on his book even though he saw me. " I AM YOUR MOTHER IF I SAY SOMETHING TO YOU, YOU SHOULD FOLLOW IT!". Mother's ears are on fire. You could see a vein popping in her hand. "You are all alone here with us. We do not want to see you get hurt in any way!" she says, pointing at me. "YOU ARE CORRECT! I AM ALL ALONE HERE. ALL MY OTHER SIBLINGS LEFT. I AM THE ONLY ONE YOU DO NOT LET OUT OF HERE. THEY TELL ME STORIES OF THEIR FRIENDS AND THEM. ON THE OTHER HAND, I MOTHER DO NOT HAVE A SINGLE PERSON I COULD CALL A 'FRIEND' BECAUSE GUESS WHAT? YOU NEVER LET ME OUT!"

"THAT GARDEN IS NOT SAFE!". "THEN GIVE ME A REASON WHY IT'S NOT YOU CAN'T JUST SAY IT'S UNSAFE WITHOUT TELLING ME THE REASON!" At this point, both Mother and I have dialled our volumes to the max. As soon as mother opens her mouth to say something for the first time, Father moves. He looks up at Mother's face from the chair he sits on while his hands keep the book he was reading in his lap. By this time, tears have welled up in my eyes, I breathe rapidly. " Just.... leave Y/N go to your room." Mother forces the words out of her trying to calm herself down as she stares at my Father. You could see a hint of panic and fear in her eyes. She turned around and started walking towards a bookshelf as I exited the room.

The Next Day:

I wander through the halls once again. This place is huge but, I know every inch of it. I have always wanted a friend who could do activities with me, play with me, make me laugh etc. I did try to make friends. There was a girl with extraordinary fighting skills. She was strong, independent, and confident. Her shoulder-length red hair made her stand out from all the people in the meeting hall. She also dressed differently. Her black leather suit hugged her body perfectly. "Natasha Romanoff" I remember her telling me her name. If Mother hadn't intervened, we could've been friends. She told Natasha to stay away from me. There happen to be a guy I had met named Steve. Steve was a great guy, tall, handsome and respectful. I couldn't even ask him to be my friend. It was during that time Mother 'banned' me from coming into the meeting halls, her excuse being: "All sorts of people come to meet your Father there. You trust people easily. They can be dangerous for you". Even if I wanted, I could not enter there anymore. That reason never made sense. If I blindly trusted people, the reason was me not meeting anyone from outside. If she would've let me talk to outsiders, only then I could learn to differentiate between those I could trust and those I couldn't.

I stand at the archway again. On the other side is lush green grass, fresh air and flowers. I step foot out again. Mother and Father had to leave to attend to urgent matters somewhere, that gives me the freedom to do whatever I desire till they return. I walk straight ahead, spinning, dancing enjoying the cool breeze and the ticklish feeling of grass beneath my feet. The sky is the perfect amount of sunny and cloudy. I run off into the never-ending garden that stretches ahead that is scattered with groups of short trees and shrubs. I walk for maybe what feels like an hour. I can see a patch of shrubs with red roses in the distance. As they come into clear view, I get mesmerized. "They are beautiful." I breathe out softly. A few feet ahead, I see thick, dense trees uniformly stretching sideways on the width of the garden. They are not scattered like before, as if they are acting as a boundary wall. They are so thick that you can not even see what lies behind them. My attention is diverted back to the roses right in front of me. I try picking one when a thorn makes a cut in my finger. I hiss from pain as I look at the cut. A rustling sound catches my attention. Tilting my head in its direction, I see someone.

"There's a boy in the garden?".

NOTE: I haven't written this in like years 💀 but I do intend to complete it now that I'm back-

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