Through The Eyes of Enoch

Chapter 2

Mazekiel was absolutely livid. A deep red blush covered her fair white cheeks, as her gold pupiless eyes, quite literally, flashed and her long golden hair swirled around her as she slammed the door behind her. Those assholes in Dream Control!! She could not believe they would do this to her!! Tears stung in her eyes but she would not let them fall.

She marched down the hall, her heels clicking with a dull resounding echo in the empty white space of a corridor that looked like the vague outline of some office hallway. The place she walked in seemed like something from a dream. Undefined, almost empty, with only the vague resemblance to an actual building.

This was because it in fact was a dream. Or at least a part of that shared conscious state, known by her kind as The Dreaming Space. She herself was part of a race of creatures collectively called Dream Agents, who were ruled by the enigmatic and mysterious figure of the Dream Lord. According to the legends of her people the Dream Lord had come from the Waking, as her people called it, and had formed the Dreaming Space and populated it with her race. In the legends the Dream Lord had fled from fearsome creatures who were the enemies of Dreams.

These creatures of Darkness were called the Wajebuck, and they fed off the light of the Dreaming Space, corrupting it and adding it to their collective darkness. They were the sworn enemies of the Dream Lord and his agents. The Dream Lord had fled with the last light of his own people in the waking, who had been corrupted by the Darkness, to the Dreaming Space. It was an accident, he had been trying to destroy the Darkness, but instead he had been taken into the Dreaming Space. Now the Dream Lord and his Agents, beings like Maze's self, were the protectors of the Dreaming Space from the threat of the Wajebuck and their dark hunger for imagination and light.

But sometimes, not often, the creatures would manage to "break through" into the Dreaming Space through the minds of children. These events were called Dream Breaches, and happened when the Children's minds were not protected by the Dream Agents. If an Agent were killed or not present when the child's mind was being invaded by the Darkness, the creatures could travel unmolested into the dreaming and feast until satiated. And every time this happened the Dreaming Space seemed to dwindle in power and size. Because of this Dream Control would have to ration Dream Power, which made it ever more difficult to fight the Wajebuck.

The last breach had drained them significantly... and... it had been her fault. She had been in a fight for her life with one of the Wajebuck, when she had felt one of her other charges call upon her. She had tried, really she had, but it had taken too long to defeat the first one and by the time she had reached the other child his light had already been devoured, and the Wajebuck had stolen into the Dreaming Space. They had killed it... but not before it had consumed the precious light of that place. Mazekiel stomped down the corridor thinking about her failure.

Worst of all, and to top it all off, now they would not even let her access a vorpal blade! The primary weapons of the Dream Agents, the Vorpal Blades, were the only things that seemed to harm the Wajebuck. No one knew where they came from, but many suspected that the Dream Lord had crafted them. It was absurd. She knew of course that the creative light of the Dreaming Space needed time to recharge... but no Vorpal Blades!?!

She had instead been assigned to guard the Door of Endless Ends. to the best of her knowledge the Door was nothing. No Dream Agent that had ever entered it had come back. Because of this it had been made an agency mandate that none were to approach the door, and one guard would be assigned to wait and see if the other agents would return through it's void surface. However no one really believed that any would return through the door. So of course they would assign HER to the most pointless task in the entirety of the Dream Agency Mazekiel thought as she made her way there.

Mazekiel grumbled under her breath as she came upon the door that would give her access to the room that held the Door of Endless Ends. Opening it she was greeted with a sight that she was entirely unprepared for, moving as if in a trance towards the door, was a... human? Mazekiels wings unfurled from her back in a flurry as she rushed forward and pulled him down and away from the Door. She looked down at him completely baffled!!

"Who the hell are you! What the hell are you doing here! And why the HELL are you approaching the void of endless ends?!" She fairly screamed at him. This was just another pile of shit on the pile of shit she was already in. He only stared at her and asked if she was an angel. A question that further perturbed her, as only Terrans referred to her race as such, and then he vanished.

What the hell!?! A Terran in Dream Control headquarters? How was that even possible she thought to herself, her mind whirling with questions. Terrans had thus far exhibited no imaginative powers whatsoever, in fact they were so far from the light, Dream Control had been considering writing them off as a lost cause... but then... How did HE get there? All she had was questions as she sat staring at her empty arms.