Meanwhile, with one of the Endless
Morpheus monologue (/as the narrator) pov:
We begin in the waking world. Which humanity insists on calling the real world. As if your dreams have no affect upon the choices you make. You mortals go about your work, your loves, your wars, as if your waking lives are all that matter. But there is another life that awaits you when you close your eyes and enter my realm. For I am the King of dreams...and nightmares. When the waking world leaves you wanting and weary, sleep brings you here, to find freedom and adventure. To face your fears and fantasies. In dreams and nightmares that I create...and which I must control. Lest they consume and destroy you. That is my purpose and my function...or it was, until I left my kingdom to peruse a rouge nightmare.
Morpheus pov:
I reached for my helm that lay resting upon my desolate throne next to my raven, Jessamy, at the end of the throne room. The arches lead up to the beautiful black sky, with a few stars dancing in between but with a few nightmares lurking in the shadows.
"My Lord, you are coming back, aren't you?" My faithful subject Lucien questions, as I reach for my sand bag and place my blood red ruby around my neck.
"Why would I not return Lucien."
"I don't know... a presentment. As powerful as you are here, in your realm, dreams rarely survive in the waking world. Nightmares, on the other hand, seem to thrive there."
I placed my helm upon my head and sprinkled my sand around me, teleporting me to the waking world, to where my nightmare is, to where the Corinthian is.
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Merlin Of The Endless
FantasyWhat if Merlin was an Endless sibling but born thousands of years later through a human mother? What if that's why he is immortal and learned the ageing spell so quickly - as the Endless can take any form they wish. What if when Arthur and the night...
