Daemon High: The Sense of Dread

The Hall of Dreams

This place is amazing. We're floating around in an endless purple space surrounded by flickers of people's dreams, some were frolicking in the flower meadows, some were reunited with their loved once, some people had nightmares, some people were reliving old memories, and some...were wet dreams. I saw what they saw in their perspective. It was literally looking at peoples thoughts through their own eyes, it made me feel a bit guilty, like I was invading those people's personal spaces.

"And you are," said a voice that made most of us jump. It was deep, but feminine, it also had that weird echo to the voice, I didn't hear it through my ears, I heard it in my head, like a thought has been planted in there and projected to sound like what I've describe it sounded like. "That's because I'm the Spirit of Dreams, it is within my power to do  this."

Fox looked at an empty purple space and opened his front legs like have was greeting an old friend. "Hey! Serina! How's it going, nice get-up. Love the purple space thing and the swirly dream vision things. We're looking for a Samantha "Elise" von Berringwood's dream? She kinda has night terrors so we'll have to fix that before it gets out of hand and all that, you know lives at stake and all that." As soon as he finished a dark purple cloud materialized in front of Fox and started itself into a vague woman-like shape. When it finished, a woman like figure with dark purple skin that has a yellow swirling pattern that curled off her shoulder's to her chest, all the way to her thighs. Her eyes glowed faint purple and purple smoke curled off her head like it was hair underwater. She would be beautiful, except for the fact that she had no facial features besides her eyes. When Fox saw her, he made one of his grins and said, “Graceful as always I see.”

The Spirit scoffed and said “Flattery will get you nowhere with me.” To that remark Fox shrugged and said “Whatever, now can we please make this a non-badly written storybook cliche where one of the most important characters on the plot not agree to help the protagonists in saving the lives of many many things?” The Spirit blinked, I'm pretty sure she's confused by what Fox just said, I didn't quite catch what the furry creature said, but I'm pretty sure he was asking the Spirit for help. She tilted her head in consideration, she snapped her head up, as if an idea just came across her head. She snapped her fingers, a loud noise that echoed across the Dream Realm, her eyes narrowed and her voice boomed, “Before I make my decision, how did you get here? Who allowed your trespass?”

Fox either didn't care, or he had a really good poker face, instead of ratting out the Spirit of Light, he simply said one word. “Lensace.” Upon hearing the word, the Spirit's eyes widened and let out a small gasp, “Then I must not delay you any longer. If it was him who agreed to send you here, I must agree as well. I cannot aid you anymore once you enter the little one's dream, good fortune to you and may you succeed.”Kat stepped forward and said “We will not fail, Berringwoods never fail.”

“Yeah, oh? Like World War I? Yeah...you did pretty well during World War I” said Fox as he rolled his eyes. “Wait? What?” said Lucy in a confused voice. Fox ignored her and turned to the Spirit, “Portal! Now! Chop chop. We're losing time.” The Spirit sighed, all of sudden, the great and powerful spirit doesn't look so great and powerful anymore, she's being ordered around by Fox. How many connections to the Spirits does this guy have? This is one of the times where he has been the most useful out of all of us, doesn't change the fact that he's annoying as hell. The Spirit waved her hand above our heads and-Bats from Hell! What was that noise? A loud explosion cut me off and shook me to the core. I've never heard anything like it.

I heard another sound, it was harsh laughter, barely audible through the sounds of the explosions, but I heard it. A man, wearing brown robes, his hand crackling with red energy, stood tall inside the...trench? Wait, I'm in a trench? What the heck am I doing here? I frantically looked left and right, I'm definitely in a trench. We have a lot of these along the border of Bueringwald, we used the trench tactic against the Bethorys, they did the same, became a constant stalemate of a war that no one took very seriously anymore. It soon became border patrol, like we just have weapons pointing at each other, and took a jab at anyone that tried to cross without permission. I felt something tug my arm, I tried to pull back, but I soon realized that it was Lawrence. He pulled me along the trench and talked as he dragged me along, “We're definitely inside Sam's dream, I don't know why Sam is dreaming about this, but Fox says dreams have something to do with your memories. Does that mean that Sam's seen the war between you and the Frenchies?”