Reader's Pov
I stood proudly as I watched a young boy, possibly around the age of 15, thrash in his bed as his nightmare ragged on.
The past 99 years have been wonderful. The world is terrified to sleep. Every night thousands and thousands of people scream and cry because of my beautiful nightmares. It's all music to my ears.
I've yet to feel guilty until now. It was like something inside of me was trying to reach out and let itself be visible to the world. It was a horrible feeling. So I shoved it farther back. I was not going to loose my great power because of some pathetic emotion.
Jack's Pov
I ran my finger through my hair as I processed what I just read. I knew I was going to need some help. There's so many steps and stuff.
But it'll all be worth it when I see her again.
I had the wind tell my friends what I needed from them.
•A potion from Cupid
•Ingredients for the potion from Bloom.
•Mirrors from Stormy
•And a shit tone of moonlight from Aloke.
