Where was this place it felt oddly familiar as Oliver woke up in what felt like a foreign body as he looked around a forest of it was breathtaking as he sat up walking. Weeping willows ivy vines mythical creatures walking in the thicket of the trees this was oddly familiar as he walked carefully through what seemed to be a very familiar pathway however, not placing it.
"Hello there, Magician, nice to see your our on your daily walk again please come see me and Peachblossom for tea later it would be great to have a little conversation". That was Applebloom right but how did he know her name and there was that name again Magician he shook his head nodding softly to her as he waved her on walking down the pathway.
There was a little creek that's where he stopped in his tracks seeing his reflection long blond hair neatly tied up in a ponytail soft emerald eyes, this wasn't his face was, but it felt familiar as he ended up tripping a bit stunned to see not his typical face but the face of another.
"Who on earths face is this he spoke his voice sounded familiar but yet very foreign compared to the one he usually had trying to gather himself as he got up dusting off the Brillant navy blue coat he was wearing making sure everything was neatly fixed lifting the fallen pirate had up placing it back tidily on his head.
He continued on the pathway memories of this place despite not ever being here seemed awfully familiar why this was he couldn't understand. There was not to mention there was a tug at him someone or something maybe was supposed to be at his side. Maybe he was just over thinking this had to be a dream of some sort? He wasn't certain making a small hum as if he knew the tune.
Finally, after walking a little while he noticed a beautiful large Dark oak tree with what seemed to have a cozy home placed within its branches home? He pondered a moment it seemed like this was somehow this dream persons home as he started walking into the carved staircase within the base of the tree there was beautiful scent of roses and other assortments of flowers making the atmosphere around it. Finally making it up the fifteen stairs he counted missing the slight warped one out of instinct of falling over it so many times that was going to be eventually fixed.
He had to stop hitting that one the way up despite someone telling him each time to be careful and let him carry him next time. He stifled a bit of laughter making it into a cozy home it was just one room, but the place was beautiful. The interior wooden walls each neatly in rows as he walked in taking in everything despite the outside the interior was vast and wonderful.
Pink carpeted flooring similar to one he had in his own home a green lined rug in front of a rather comfy looking bed the sheets of silky like material. to the right side of him a table full of sweets a couple that was blue with flowers seemed to be hand painted. Everything was simply breathtaking and wonderful some things looked similar to ones he had himself in his own home.
Slowly making his way over to the bookshelf his hand grazing over a few it was a strange language however, somehow, he was able to read it. He opened it smiling at little detailed notes and cute little scribbles of someone and this body of his doodles. He let out a soft laugh whoever this was seemed all to cunning yet very knowledgeable. It felt very familiar however, yet someone was missing. He looked around as he looked to the crystal ball and mirror touching it as "Magi?" he heard a voice behind him as he went to turn around to see who had called out to him reality hit him.
He gasped wincing as he smacked head with whom had been shaking him his eyes meeting with a rather worried look of three sets of eyes Two sets of a dark purple and a set of red ones. His Frenchmen gripping his shoulders a bit too hard there was definitely going to be bruised later as he saw this man pretty much in panic. This was certainly a first as he looked him over "I-I apologize did I pass out or something?" he asked looking to the other Infront of him.
"Dude, you got the Frenchman to cry because you completely collapsed on him old man...." he sighed softly "I can't say for certain, but we couldn't even see you breathing up until now" he winced as he was elbowed by the angered shaggy blonde.
"Comment osez-vous vous petit merde!" he shouted out placing a cigarette near him "I will burn you with this if you say anymore, you brat" he snarled out though under his tired eyes it was a little puffy indicating he had indeed been crying.
A soft look from the Brit reaching over to the others face cupping it gently giving below his eyes a small kiss "thank you for being worried love I am alright now I promise" he said sweetly as he usually did to him as he smiled hugging onto him still a bit dizzy but didn't say much on it a lot of stuff to process from that odd dream for sure however just who was that how did he know them hell even Francois seemed to favor what blurry vison he got to see of him.
"Can we go home?" he asked another small squeak as he was lifted by the other grabbing onto him "Must you do that every time without asking!" his face fully red in hue as a chuckle escaped the Frenchman "And in front of the boys!" he mumbled out looking to him embarrassed.
"Oliver and Francois sitting in a tree~ K-i-s-s-i-n!" the red-brown haired American being shut down immediately as he got a blow right to the stomach by the Canadian "Make that 91 times in counting fuckass" he smirked "let them have their moment" he scolded his younger brother.
"Mattie dear quarter I am awake now but thank you..." he giggled out looking to them as he relaxed in the other's arms, he was still rather tired and a bit nauseous, but he was fairing okay. Didn't seem like he would have to walk anytime soon at least. "May we be reunited in another life Magician..." he flinched he swore he heard that voice again looking confused by trying to shake it off.
-------------------------Dreams of a Stranger Chapter 6----------------------
Rough Translations!:
Comment osez-vous vous petit merde: How Dare you, you little fucking Shit
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The start of a new life.
FanfictionWhere do the Arcana go after the death in the dreamscape Magician always wonder while part of them remained with these outsiders their existence was still very much present in the dreamscape.