"wake up, my darling."
In which Lord Morpheus receives a mysterious message from the Waking World, forcing him to embark on a dangerous journey to retrieve what's rightfully his own.
And maybe meeting some familiar faces along the way who don't hav...
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WHYCH CROSS, ENGLAND _
TWO DAYS LATER
Mere minutes after arriving at the familiar estate, Morpheus could feel the great lump in his throat yet again.
It didn't get better while walking through the wooden front door, straight to Roderick Burgess' office where the meeting would be held shortly.
And it didn't get better when Morpheus saw that familiar violin case having been placed on the table right in front of him, fighting the urge to touch his most beloved possession.
His most beloved possession, taken from him so violently.
Taken from an even more violent magician which now was gone for good.
Taken from a pathetic human, thinking he could break him so easily.
But Morpheus would show him that meddling with an Endless wouldn't go unpunished.
Show him that no one could ever break him again.
Not after Jessamy.
Not after Orpheus and Calliope.
Not ever again.
"Isn't it beautiful, Lord of Dreams?", a female voice sneered behind him, making Morpheus spin around.
A dark haired woman stood in the door frame, her freckled, alabaster skin glowing in the afternoon sun.
Her eyes gleaming with nothing but malice, Gwendolyn Burgess slowly approached the Dream Lord.
"Well, Mister Sandman...do you mind playing a little song for me?"
Morpheus didn't move an inch, knowing she just wanted to lure him into a trap.
A trap he wouldn't get out of so easily this time.
"Why did you set up this meeting, Gwendolyn Burgess?", he replied calmly, not wanting to show any sign of helplessness.
"You could have just come to me in your Dreams, telling me about your plans. Why here, why now? Do you fear me, little Gwendolyn? Do you fear me, just like your father once did?"
Roderick Burgess' descendant - maybe his granddaughter or his niece - gritted her teeth in oncoming anger, couldn't help to back up against the wall.
Surely, she feared him.
Him, the so kind and helpful Lord of Dreams, seen as a frightful and selfish Boogeyman.
What an amusing joke!
"I don't fear you, Dream King!", Gwendolyn hissed, clenching her fists.
"I know what you've done, I know what you're after. You're after revenge, you want me punished just like you did to my sweet Alex - just like you did to John."
"You killed them, Mister Sandman. You killed them without even thinking about their lifes, what they had to endure all those years. Without even thinking that they might regret their actions towards you. But you didn't listen to them, did you? You didn't listen and now you want to do the same with me..."
Morpheus shook his head, still not trying to fall prey to her twisted games.
"I did not kill them, Gwendolyn.", he mumbled, taking the Dream Sand out of his coat pocket.
"I gifted them. I gifted them with eternal sleep, from which they never will rise from again. While we're talking right now, Alex and John twist and turn in their beds, getting tortured by their worst Nightmares. Consider this a punishment far better than Death, far better than killing anyone. And if you don't hand me my violin, the same might happen to you, little Gwendolyn - "
"DON'T EVER LAY YOUR FILTHY HANDS ON ME!", Gwendolyn barked, tears swelling in her eyes.
"I GIVE YOU YOUR VIOLIN, BUT NEVER EVER COME BACK FOR ME AGAIN - YOU HEAR ME, DREAM LORD? NOW TAKE IT AND GO!"
Her hands trembling, she gave Morpheus the case which he directly opened, hoping to see his long lost violin again.
