
THE KINGDOM OF DREAMS
When meeting the Fates a while later, Morpheus was smiling like an idiot as for the kiss still burned on his lips.
He had never been kissed like that before, not even by Calliope, his beloved wife, who was long gone.
With Hob, something was different, utterly different.
He gave him hope, just like Morpheus had given to him throughout the centuries.
Hope to conquer even the darkest of times, hope to defeat all sorrow and suffering.
Hope to finally find what was lost.
Back in Hell, Morpheus himself had been that hope, not just for Hob, but for all of those Sleepers out there.
Men, women and children alike, people who once had believed in him, the one and only Sandman.
People who once had shared his tale among each other, had spread it to the whole world.
People who now had lost their hope, their beliefs in him.
And if they stopped believing, he would turn to dust - not just his realm, but himself too.
That was why Morpheus had to do something, anything to right those wrongs about him.
He would make them pay, whoever had spread those lies about him.
Whoever had called him a monster, the Boogeyman.
As for Morpheus, he wasn't anyone to be called the Boogeyman.
But how to convince them if he already had thought about giving up?
He had to try at least.
"What is it, Morpheus?", the First called out, rather surprised about the unexpected visit to the Dreaming.
"The last time we saw you, you had brought us gifts...where are those now? You see, there isn't anything we can do if you don't obey our rules - "
Passion rushed next to her brother, handing the Fates a glittering golden jewel from her palm:
"This may not seem to you as a gift, but...my brother is very upset and really needs your advice. Just hear him out, please. Otherwise, you can still leave!"
The Three exchanged looks, then turning to address Morpheus.
"We'll listen to you, Dream!", the Second said, smiling warmly.
"Passion of the Endless, your kindness will ever be in our favour. It is so sad that they casted you out all those years ago...anyway. You may speak now, Dream, and we'll do our best!"
Morpheus took a deep breath and stepped forward, with Passion squeezing his hand a little too tight.
"Well get through this together!", she whispered.
"I owe you so much, after all!"
Her brother nodded in silence, wiping a single tear out of his face:
"I know that, my sister."
Swallowing hard, Morpheus spoke to the Fates.
"I once have been in possession of a violin which was given to me by a powerful angel. As I got captured, it was stolen from me and to this day, it has never returned. I want to know where it is, please!"
For a while, everything fell silent, except for the cold wind whirling around the three goddesses.
Then, the Third replied:
"Your violin is hard to find, my Dear. It is neither in the Waking World nor in your realm - I suggest you dig a little deeper!"
Before Morpheus could open his mouth once again, the Fates disappeared in a swirling cloud of thunder.
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a dream's crescendo | lord morpheus
Fanfiction"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...
