Mr. Dream Catcher loved his forest that was filled with golden trees. Each tree, tall and giant, held a special place in his heart. Yet, they held an eerie feeling carved into the trunks.
Mr. Dream Catcher's forest wasn't always beautiful. In fact, the complete opposite. And he himself wasn't beautiful either.
His forest was dull and gray. And on each dull and dead tree was a lantern, who's candle was already out.
Mr. Dream Catcher didn't bother to light the flames back on. He only lit one lantern.
Then, his forest burned.
The forest was wracked with the flames of tortured souls held within the dead trees.
His trees held the souls of the damned, trapping every inch of freedom and locking the happiness away.
Once in a while, a lumberjack would come by, not knowing who owned the haunted forest. The lumberjack would cut down a few trees, before turning into one of them.
Mr. Dream Catcher's trees would take the souls of who would disturb them. No matter if they were man, woman or child.
The trees were listening and breathing. Listening to the echoing of footsteps entering the forest without a clue of the curse it held.
They who came in the forest, never came back out.
But one day, a child of gold entered the forest. The child knew exactly of happened in this forest.
But the child wanted to help the souls of the damned. Including Mr. Dream Catcher.
What a fool.
The eyes that belonged to the trees would follow every step the child would make, before silencing as they heard Mr. Dream Catcher approaching.
Some of the souls prayed for the child. They knew exactly how Mr. Dream Catcher was with intruders.
Especially those who knew the legend of his forest.
The child of gold stopped as they felt the presence of Mr. Dream Catcher's Golden Eyes burn with sadness into their soul.
Even in the midst of the hot summer, the child felt the silky - golden cloth of Mr. Dream Catcher's clothing twirl and dance around.
The child refused to look at the man, knowing what would happen if you looked in the dream catcher's beautiful golden eyes.
Look into Mr. Dream Catcher's and you would see your life flash before you.
Listen to his song and you will turn to stone.
His hooded face was grim and disgusted as he looked at the being in front him.
Mr. Dream Catcher unveiled his face from the yellow clothes mask attached to his top hat.
He knelt in front of the child, trying to get a glimpse of the child's face.
The child kept their eyes closed and head bowed. Mr. Dream Catcher was losing his patience.
For the first time in decades, Mr. Dream Catcher spoke.
"Who are you?"
The souls of the damned shivered.
The child of gold built the bravery and courage to look up at the man before them.
"Someone who will show you how to love your souls."
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Mr. Dream Catcher
FantasyMr. Dream Catcher owns a forest filled with golden leafed trees. He deals with children who occasionally get lost in his forest. The children are lead into the dead center of his forest, a dead tree with dream catchers hung onto the dead branches. L...
