Dear Mister Sandman

Chapter 43

"This is too easy." Charlie started, looking at the mansion in front of her.
"Of course it is. It's a trap to get to me. But I am ready." Nyx said with a brave face.

The three of them simply had to follow the stench of the Farels. And within an hour, they reached a mansion about half the size of Morpheus' and Hypnos' one back in New Habbershire.

"I doubt you are." Morpheus said, but knocked on the front door anyway. Charlie's eyes wandered between her soulmate and Nyx. The two obviously had a lot in common. Both stubborn and determined, yet they hated each other.
"Come in. Master Hypnos has been expecting you." Yet another Are opened up. Morpheus wondered how on earth his father had so many and why he never knew about them. But he was sure his father had a good reason for his secrecy.

"This way." The three silently followed the Are into what looked like an office. It was like the smaller version of his office in New Habbershire. Morpheus realized his father could not have just rented this mansion. It had to be his. For a long time, judging by the ancient golden decorations displayed around the entire way to this room.

"What a marvellous sight. My first wife, my favourite son and- Miss Denver." Hypnos appeared from a door across from theirs. Nyx immediately started walking towards him.
"Don't try anything or Phobetor dies." Hypnos smirked, knowing Nyx would stop in her tracks the way she just did. 

"What have you done to him?!" Hypnos ignored Nyx' outburst. He took a calm step towards the chair behind the desk that was the only thing separating Morpheus, Charlie and Nyx from Hypnos. Looking up with a content smile, his eyes focused on his supposed soulmate.

"Father, what is this all about?" Morpheus started, making Hypnos' eyes leave Nyx and eventually settle on him.
"My son. How I wish I could've kept you out of this. You deserve so much more than this broken mess I offer. But this will soon be over and then we can fly back home. How does that sound, Morpheus?" He asked his youngest son.
"Like you haven't answered my question." Said son responded with a glare.

"Whatever lies have they fed you? I can assure you I have never-"
"Quit it, Hypnos. You're a despicable excuse of an Uvalion. You should be stripped off your Might this instant!" Nyx interrupted, once again drawing his attention to her.
"I should? Why ever would you say that? Because I want us to be a happy family?" Came his provoking question.

"Because you have taken one child from me already. Now I don't care what you do with your bastard, but you will leave mine out of this. If it's revenge you want for having our children choose me, then so do it. But stop hiding behind your tricks and be a real Uvalion for once." Nyx rolled her shoulders back and it was that very moment that Charlie realized Phobetor and his mother were also very much alike. She was fierce and ready to fight for her family. It made Charlie realize that she too should start fighting for what was right instead of always being dragged along and watched like she was some helpless bird.

"Oh, please. I don't need tricks in order to defeat you. You will do so yourself. That is, if you want Phobetor freed." Hypnos cleared his throat.
"Miss Denver, do you remember the article online? The one about Uvalions?" Charlotte gulped in answer, unable to trust her voice in that moment.

"It appears Nyx was the one who uploaded it. And she will be the one punished for it." Charlie frowned at that and looked at Morpheus.
"What article?" Nyx asked.
"Father, I doubt it was-"
"Of course it wasn't. She couldn't type a sentence on a computer even if you spelled it out to her. Yet, somehow the article could be traced back to her. Technology, huh?" Hypnos leaned back, watching his guests with a smug smirk playing on his lips.

"You bastard." Nyx caught on.
"What? I could've also wanted you to walk out as soon as the sun rises. But I would rather you suffer under my watch." He explained.
"Suffer for what? Why are you doing this and why have you been lying about the senate?" Morpheus asked, feeling betrayed and somehow used.