Entwined Destinies - Morpheus/Sandman Part 1

1/The King of Dreams' Dream

This fiction unfolds after the events of the first season of "The Sandman"

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Following the events of his escape and the defeat of the Corinthian, the King of Dreams, Morpheus, has reclaimed his realm after a century of captivity. Though he is now free, the Dreaming remains fractured, its foundations weakened by his long absence. As he strives to restore the balance and order of his once-thriving kingdom, the scars of neglect and chaos linger, a testament to the vulnerability even an Endless can face.

Yet, as Morpheus takes up his responsibilities once more, something unprecedented occurs. The King of Dreams—who had always ruled the dream realm with unwavering control—now finds himself touched by a mystery beyond his understanding. For the first time in his existence, Morpheus has experienced something he never thought possible: a dream of his own.

Morpheus was wandering through his kingdom when he noticed a figure in the distance, a silhouette veiled in the mists of the Dreaming. The air around her shimmered with an unfamiliar aura, catching his attention immediately. Unfamiliar with this presence, he decided to approach, his curiosity piqued and his authority as the ruler of this realm compelling him to investigate.

As he drew closer, he saw that the figure was that of a woman. She was standing amidst a field of gently swaying dreamflowers, their luminescent petals casting an ethereal glow. She seemed to be in her own world, paying him no attention, as if oblivious to the power and majesty of the realm around her.

"Who are you?" he demanded, his voice resonating through the dreamscape like a rolling thunder. His tone was authoritative, tinged with the expectation of immediate obedience.

Hearing his voice, she straightened and turned to face him. Her eyes, a deep and enigmatic shade, reflected an eerie calm that seemed to pierce through the very fabric of the Dreaming. She met his gaze without flinching, her demeanor composed and unperturbed.

"How dare you be in my realm without my consent. I demand your name!" Morpheus's voice grew more intense, echoing with the power of his station. His eyes burned with a mixture of curiosity and indignation at her audacity.

She began to walk towards him, her steps measured and graceful, her gaze steady and unyielding. The dreamscape seemed to react to her presence, the dreamflowers leaning towards her as if drawn by an unseen force. Morpheus remained silent, his patience wearing thin as he waited for her response. The tension between them was palpable, the air charged with an unspoken challenge.

When she stopped right in front of him, close enough that he could see the intricate patterns in her eyes, he repeated his demand, his voice a commanding force. "ANSWER TO ME! I AM YOUR KING."

"My lord!"

He opened his eyes, finding himself seated on his throne, disoriented. The room was dimly lit, the flickering light from ethereal lanterns casting dancing shadows on the ancient walls of his throne room. The air was thick with the scent of old parchment and the faint, calming fragrance of dreamflowers that adorned the grand hall.

Lucienne, the librarian, stood before him with a concerned expression. Her tall, elegant figure was framed by the towering bookshelves that lined the room, each filled with the collected dreams of countless beings. Her sharp, intelligent eyes, usually filled with calm resolve, now reflected a rare hint of worry as she observed her king.

"My lord," she repeated, her voice steady but tinged with unease. She held a thick tome close to her chest, the ancient leather cover worn and cracked from centuries of use."It seems you were... dreaming," she continues cautiously.