"Once, the whole kingdom lived in peace. No one fought, and everyone dreamed in harmony." He said. "Then, one day a few decades ago, Charles Niymar started a revolution. It wasn't pretty, from what I've heard. What the Dream kingdom didn't know was that was only the first attack. Though the other side stayed quiet for a decade, and we thought that was the last of it, they were only gaining power. Making new battle strategies, finding new members. 7 years ago, they ambushed us. It was the first attack in years, and we weren't ready. We barley even had an army! Soon after, they adopted the title of the nightmares. Well, I guess that's the story of this forest."
"Wow." That was all I could could say. So. Much. To. Process. I looked into the forest, and just stared at the forest. We got back on to our horses, and started to ride. "A few questions." I said. "First: uhhh, did you know anyone that joined the nightmares?"
"Yes. My father joined the when I was 11."
"I'm so sorry."
"It wasn't your fault, it was all his. He wanted to take me to, and- I mean I said no."
"Oh, okay." Something about him started to sound suspicious, but I doubt that he is evil.
"So where are we, exactly? 'Cause I'm not getting this whole 'medieval' setting." I asked.
"What?"
"Well, this whole 'what is a car thing' and the fact the no one is wearing jeans, there's something wrong here."
"Actually, I don't see anything wrong here. And, what are jeans?"
"Is this some sort of Renaissance fair? Or is everyone pranking me? 'Cause you can jump up now and say 'pranked you!' Right about now!"
"What do you mean?"
At this point, I was freaking out. If I wasn't on a horse, I would be screaming like a madman. "WHERE AM I!" I said.
"Why, your in Dream Land. Where else would you be?"
