Jessamy Histórias

I lost a friend recently and this is my attempt to process it through an emotionally numb mind.

What if Jessamy had managed to escape from Alex's gun and could inform the Endless of Dream's Capture? What if Death could save Dream only after a few years of capture? The tools are still lost, but he has his sibling's help.

Assorodus meaning "silvery water". The Endless were not the first entities to come into existence at the dawn of the cosmos, of everything known. Yes, Father Time and Mother Night were there, but also someone else. Known to the Greeks as Talos, to others the Writer, or even the First Writer, giver of purpose to everything that breathed and sometimes to things that did not. For the sake of many, it would be easier to call this being simply Purpose, with whom Morpheus, the Lord of Dreams, came into close connection at the beginning of his reign, for men tend to ponder their purpose in their dreams. In front of each other, they can allow themselves to be open, and most of their secrets shared. Soon the two of the most potent creations started to depend on each other's friendship and eventually, Morpheus caught feelings he shouldn't have. This is his story through Talos' eyes. '"Dear Prince of Dreams, you shouldn't worry about such matters, not for a long while at least. This universe will proceed to exist for eons to come, I'm sure of it. However, everything will cease to exist one day, as this is how things go, as nothing is forever. Except for maybe you. Dreams don't die so easily." 'He pressed his forehead against mine, sideways so his nose brushed my cheek. I could feel his breathing on my lips, his wild hair falling over my brow, tremors shaking his bones, signalling his desire to get as close as he could, but he held back. I told him to do so. "You wrote it so?" He breathed into my mouth. "I did."'

Jessamy is living in a small apartment in London. She studies and works part time in a coffee shop. What she doesn't know, is that she's being watched. Jessamy was on her way to a party, soon she realized someone was following her. She wakes up in a hospital, not remembering anything. She gets told that she fell and hit her head. Other attempts on hurting her occur and her memories begin to return. The 17-year old starts to dig deeper into the issue. One morning it knocks on her door. Two young boys that seem to be in her own age greets her. They are both wearing suits and are very polite. Jessamy has no idea that this is the beginning of a life changing experience.