Legend of the Seven Lights

26. Birka

Food. (Whoops, I forgot to put something. XD)

Chapter 26: Birka

Star Train

"I don't CARE who was supposed to handle the budget for welding equipment." Dr. Nefarious yelled at his and Plankton's robots, standing on the edge of where the chunk of ship was ripped off by Mobius. "Get this train fixed or you'll all be welded to FIX IT!"

"Uuugh..." Mr. Dark appeared out of a vortex.

"Well, LOOK who decided to rematerialize, Mister Most-powerful-being-in-Dreamland. What good did your lousy Protoon do this time?"

"Hey! In the Dream World, the Protoon makes me more powerful than you could possibly imagine. But even with it in my possession, there are rules that Imaginary beings, such as myself, must abide by. (One of those rules is 'the Protoon must not leave its resting place', but screw that.) I assure you, however, if I was at my full power here, you would fear me."

"I'm sure I would, but right now, I fear the amount of Bolts it will cost to have this train fixed. Yell at some of your minions to help out. I need to see if Lawrence recorded that new Gobots episode." The robot marched away.

Mr. Dark sighed with aggravation as Plankton hopped over. "If it makes you feel better, I clogged the electrical outlets of his TV with chum."

Dark turned away, staring at the pink electrical sphere and rubbing a finger against it. "Plankton... do you know what a Creation is?"

"If it's not my robots, I've been using the wrong term all this time."

"A Creation refers to any sort of life-form that was not naturally created, except by the will of ordinary mortals. Psychicbenders are more well-known for creating Imaginary Friends, but they are not the only ones who can. We Dream Spirits are subconsciously created by sleeping mortals and primarily thrive in the Dream World, and on a more literal sense, robots are created out of physical material and Programs are designed in the sub-dimension, Cyberspace. But strict laws are established upon the species that are created from thoughts. An Imaginary Friend can easily fade into nothing if the Creator no longer cares, or dies, and we Dream Spirits cannot survive in the Waking World for long. Only by the power of the Protoon am I standing here, talking to you."

"Kinda like my situation with being out of water for too long. I know how you feel."

"Yes, and I would like to have as much power in the Waking World. Do you know about the Switching Spell? It is a special charm that allows two mortals to trade bodies, based on a matter of trust and agreement. Creations have their own version... via a trading of existences between a mortal and Creation, the imaginary can become real. That was a theorem discovered by Weiss Guertena, a legendary artist. And one that can help me spectacularly, because if I could trade existences with another mortal, I would have power in this world! I could manipulate the dreams of mortals from outside, and rule the Dream Realm from this position."

"Can't help ya there, buddy." Plankton declined simply. "I love you Thaddeus, but not enough to trade my existence."

"Regardless... it is a theorem I want to research. That is why... I must get my hands on that girl named Mary." He looked at Plankton with maniacal eyes. "Because she is Guertena's daughter."

Skypia; Rubberband Land

It was 10 in the morning before Sector W woke up. Sleeping on solid cloud was a wonderful experience, they never felt more relaxed. So much better than camping on soil. "Yaaawn-d'ow!" Anthony yawned awake, and splatted cream against his face with his hand.

"HAH! And you all wondered why I packed whipped cream!" Aranea shouted.

Anthony angrily wiped it off with his arm, then onto the cloud ground. "Arise and burn like the sun, mine comrades." Fybi sang from the air. "Yon time to fly to Birka hast dawned. Clothe in yon suits of rubber and let us make haste." She dropped a skinny blue rubber suit beside each of them.