"Here in the darkness"
"Here in the darkness"
"HERE IN THE DARKNESS"
Runes painted gold lit up like the fallen stars, and a figure covered in a black cloak lay in the circle, surrounded by strange people who looked at the masked figure in awe. The scenery suddenly changed. She stood in the same room as before, but most of the strangers were gone, all except for one. He sat naked inside a carefully made glass sphere with nothing but the echoes of his miserable thoughts keeping him company.
Only then did she realize she knew the man. His characteristics until then were blurred, but now the faceless man suddenly had a face, the face of her father. He was staring past her, focused on the cellar door. She tried to turn around, to find the object of his undivided attention, desperate for a clue, a hint to understand why her father, the all-mighty-powerful lord Morpheus, was caged. only she couldn't move. From head to toe, her limbs were stuck. Even her eyes couldn't shift.
Panic took over her as she was forced to stand still like the statues in the palace and see what would follow. She wanted to shout, to cry, to tell her father that all would be alright, but to no avail.
Jessamy, the beloved and ever-so-loyal raven that followed her father everywhere, flew straight towards the glass sphere. Jessamy tried to break it open with her beak, but the only damage she managed to achieve was a couple of mere scratches.
She watched anxiously. Her eyes had started burning and watering as she was not able to close them, but she paid no attention to her pain.
She hoped that Jessamy could figure out how to get her father out of there. She wished she could do something, anything to help.
BANG
Her heart almost flew out of her chest as she witnessed shocked Jessamy explode as a bullet struck her head and her corpse fall lifeless to the cold ground.
The last thing she saw was her father's heartbreaking expression, before she woke up drenched in sweat.
It took her a moment to comprehend everything she had just witnessed. She moved her trembling fingers, relieved that she was no longer bound like a statue. Her face was wet, and only then did she become aware of the steam of tears escaping her eyes.
"Father," she whispered, her voice shaky before she hurried out of her bed. She grabbed a long red silky robe from the edge of her bed, where she had dropped it carelessly last night and ran out of her room. Her feet stepped on the cold marble floor of the palace, but she couldn't care less at the moment. She had to warn him. She made it to the throne room and tripped over her robe, falling hard on her knees.
"Are you okay, my lady?" asked a concerned Lucienne, as she helped the girl on her feet.
Lucienne truly was a God-sent gift. The loyal bookkeeper was like a second mother to the girl, and despite not having a title, she always called her "my lady", out of respect. The girl had no time to answer.
"Iphigenia, what is the meaning of this nonsense?" Her father's calm yet harsh and intimidating voice never failed to bring chills to Iphigenia; she often wished she had inherited it, but instead her voice was soft like velvet.
Her father was the King, Dream of the Endless and Ruler of Dreams and Nightmares. He was dressed as usual in a black fashionable robe and his ruby, which shone like the titan's Helios golden carriage, was hung around his neck. His helm, his sigil, was in his hand along with his pouch of endless sand.
"He is going to the waking word," she realized, and her heart ached at the mere thought of him imprisoned, chained by ungrateful mortals.
"Are you traveling to the waking word my lord?" Iphigenia fidgeted with her trembling fingers, which had not stopped shaking since she awoke.
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The heir to the Dreaming
Fanfiction"You dare to defy me?" His voice sent chills down her spine, but she refused to cower; not again. "You might be the all-powerful Dream of the Endless, but you are forgetting that I was queen of this realm for over a hundred years. It was I who saved...
