Dream Catchers

Prologue

 Monsters of only a kid's imagination danced around the room. Angels danced there too. Creatures they were, not truly demons nor angels.

 They were dream-walkers. They thrived from mortal dreams.They ate your dreams, they were the definition of good and bad.

 They were separated into groups defining what dreams they ate; The Throven as they were called,  devoured nightmares. (pronunciation: Throw-ven)

The Pocan were creatures of beauty, they ate dreams of allure, success, love, and anything that made you feel happy. (pronunciation: Pogan )

Those two groups were the dominate of the dream walker race, but it didn't mean they overpowered the other group in strength. 

 Matter of fact, The third group which was highly rare and most of the time only passed threw blood-lines, but could happen in a family line of only Pocan or Throven was the Psychopompoi. 

Psychopompoi was the plural version of their name, Psychopomp is the non plural version of the name. Psychopompoi were otherwise know as the Pompoi. They ate dreams of, well, life. They didn't eat happy dreams nor did they eat dreams of sadness of fear. 

 Their dreams were just there, a filler. I like to believe that they performed and conducted the dreams, but they don't. ( Pronunciation: sigh-ka-pom-poy (plural) sigh-ka-pamp ( non plural) )

Dreams emanate Eshlor, Eshlor is food to Dream-walkers.
 
Aside from the point, Pompoi were very powerful.

Dream-walkers gained power by training and eating Eshlor. Dream-walkers could live for millions of years.

Like a religion Dream-walkers had their own god. His name was Hetmus.

Hetmus was the god of everything! Though there was many other gods he shared power with, he was the overall strongest.

Hetmus was the creator of Dream-walkers. He was a real person, a real Dream-walker until one day he disappeared and left his throne to his loyal friend, Nesh.

 Nesh, to this day, is the king of the Dream-walker realm. Dream-walkers do live in their own realm. Dream-walkers are very tranquil.

 They all live in harmony. Kind of. The lord of chaos and destruction, Zykaty, is after their realm. 

 He's cruel. Evil. Any nasty word you can find, he's that.

Anyhow, the Dream-walkers danced around a ball-room. Marble floors, stone walls, beautiful decorations.

 A king sat on his marble throne. The fire from the torches swayed, lowered, and danced. A girl,  her beauty far beyond her beliefs, stood next to him. This was a formal ball, and formal clothes she wore.

  Her beauty was not only in looks but in soul. Her dark chocolate brown hair,  her steel blue eyes, her lightly tanned skin. All of it.

 A black masquerade mask covered her forehead and around her eyes. She wore a vintage blue dress with black accents, after all her favorite color was blue.

 She, Miomi Cacillie, was the strongest of the twelve. The twelve were the strongest Dream-walkers of their time. Miomi's father, Lamaka, was the one and only in Dream-walker history to not be a Pompoi and still be the number one strongest Dream-walker of the twelve. 

  Miomi moved from her spot as a man, Nico Velshing, the second Pompoi, Miomi the first, held his hand out for her.

 He had long black hair and charcoal black eyes. He stood at a whopping 6'5. ( 196 cm for anyone who wants to know) His black hair draped down his back, it made girls jealous it was so luscious. 

 He was wearing a Victorian jester masquerade mask that had gold and blue accents, it had only covered his eyes and forehead. 

 Nico had always loved Miomi yet his love was never returned. Many men and women loved the lady ( Miomi). Her courage, her bravery, her love for every and anyone. 

 She was the ideal queen. Nico was looked down on due to the fact he was always goofing off and making jokes but all in all was a good guy. He knew better then anyone you need to live life to its full because today could be your last.

 This was because when he was five his mother died pregnant with his unborn sister, Lela. His (live) little sister,  Litra, the fourth Pompoi and the youngest of the twelve, never knew her own mother.

  He had a prince like outfit on. it was blue and gold like his mask. Nesh watched with intent. He ran his hand threw his dirty blonde hair then carried on to scratch his short beard, which caused his muscles to bunch up and move around under his skin.

 Nesh was the king of the Dream-walker realm, he had shoulder length dirty brown hair that was slightly wavy. His skin the color of beige while his eyes were an icy blue. He had a red, velvety cape hooked around his neck with kingly clothes and a golden crown with diamond like jewels encrusted on the crown.

Litra danced with Tytre ( Pronunciation: Litra: Ly-tra Tytre: Tea-tree) Tytre was basically an exact replica of Nico, or the other way around,  except he had fresh, clean, snow colored hair. Whiter then a piece of new paper.

Tytre wasn't albino, Dream-walkers sometimes had rare hair colors, but only Tytre had been known to have pure white hair.

 Tytre was seven-teen, a year older then Nico and Miomi while Litra was thirteen. Tytre had always been quiet since "the incident" as he called it. Even before that he was quiet but still talked much more then he does now. 

 Tytre was sweet and mannerly, always opening doors for people, always being nice. Tytre wore a white tuxedo, the ones you'd see at the Oscars. His hair was set free to where it framed his face.

 Hours passed of dancing, laughing, chatting and much more. But it was time to go back to the human realm. Miomi, Litra, Nico, and Tytre had found their way to the human realm once again.

 But today will turn to tomorrow while still staying today.

I turned around with my cape swaying in the wind as dream-walkers poured out of castle doors to go home and go to sleep.

 Doing the same as what Tytre, Miomi, Litra, and Nico had done, I held my hand up for a blackish purplish portal to swirl into mid air and for my black tattoos to light up on my arms and shine, they weren't really tattoos, but who cares anyway?

How boring was it from 1 to 10? I felt it was boring ( I haven't edited this at all ) i'm just getting back into writing and looking back onto my old profile I had stories with potential but my wording was weird and my characters were cringey and depressing because I was depressed at the time. I'm reading over my writing at little and I see how much I progressed from then to now and it makes me happy but I'm still a little insecure about my writing but thank you,

ryryluvsread and anahay2004  for telling me such nice things! It made me so happy!

~Fallen ( Mk123herehehereye)