𝓢𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓶𝓪𝓷'𝓼 𝓓𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑯𝒆 𝑳𝒆𝒇𝒕

One

Disclaimer:

This is a fanfiction of the Netflix Adaptation of Neil Gaiman's The Sandman. The general idea of the story belongs to him and the affiliated writers. Only the parts I added and altered, like the original characters and plot, belong to me.

Enjoy reading!♥️
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It begins in the waking world, which humans insist on calling the real world. They tend to perceive as if their dreams have no effect upon the choices they make.

The mortals go about their work, their loves, their wars, as if their waking lives are all that matters.

But there is another life that awaits them when they close their eyes and enter our realm. The Dreaming.

It is owned by the King of Dreams and Nightmares who is known as Morpheus or Dream of the Endless.

When the waking world leaves one wanting and weary, sleep brings them here to find freedom and adventure.

That is where I come in.

I swung my sword ahead, making the blade slash the flesh of the enemy in front of me. When he aimed to strike back and recover from my attack, I leapt away and grabbed an arrow from the quiver behind me, placed it on the longbow that's hanging by my shoulder and shot it straight to my foe's forehead.

It always does the trick, hitting them on that spot between their eyes. In less than a second, the barbaric soldier's lifeless body dropped to the ground and a cheer from behind me filled this part of the woods.

Catching my breath, I stashed away my weapons, fixed my composure and turned around to face that person I am bound to protect tonight.

I knelt in front of this little boy with blonde hair and green eyes that is filled with adoration for me. "You're safe now."

"You're amazing, warrior princess," He said, taking me by surprise with a hug which swept my long, pearl white hair backwards, allowing the wind to blow it. "Thank you for saving me."

I smiled, allowing that spark of happiness to fill me up, before I returned his gesture. "I'm only doing my duty."

"When I grow up, can I marry you?" He said after he let go of me.

I chuckled in awe. This kid is no less than 7 years old and yet he's already making such plans for his future. It isn't the first time I've heard such a silly proposal from one of the dreamers who dream of the idea of me.

Despite the unpleasantness laced with my memory of humans long before I started inhabiting the Dreaming, I couldn't help but wonder about children's innocence.

In his eyes, he probably sees me as this wonderful warrior princess who's a depiction of grace, beauty and bravery regardless of how I'm clad in a leather battle suit most of the time and multiple weapons are hanging all over me in case a fight blocks my way. In reality, I am merely a fragment of his imagination.

"I'm afraid not, little prince," I said, standing up and towering over him. "I have taken a vow not to be betrothed to anyone and that includes you. Aside from that, when you are awake, I do not exist in your world."

I didn't want to shatter that dream of his, purely because it is my job to make sure that he'll grow up filled with it, but I cannot make a promise that I will never be able to fulfill.

"That's too bad." He said, pouting.

"You're young. You'll meet someone who is greater than me one day and they will fulfill that dream of yours."