Dream Weaver
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  • Parts 9
  • Time 9h 38m
  • Reads 43
  • Votes 1
  • Parts 9
  • Time 9h 38m
Ongoing, First published Aug 14, 2018
Ever wondered why your dreams can be turned into nightmares in a blink of an eye? Why when you were just starting to smile through your dreamy state then something creeps in a changed everything? Why that when you are dreaming you have dreams that persuade you to do things that normally you wouldn't? ... Well let me answer those questions for you.

My name is Kristopher Night-Storm and I am a Dream Walker.

Most of the new worlds have no idea what these are but those of the old know of my kind well enough. We as a race have started many wars, fuelled many arguments, and caused many to die at hands that should not weald a weapon .... We destroy lives... well most of us do, like most races we have our outsiders that try to sway our victims and forget what we have spent nights to achieve.
I am a destroyer; I chose the path my father took and his father before him. I enjoy slipping into others dreams and changing the face of the outcome. Small things at first, you don't want the dreamer to become suspicious, then you change bigger things and bigger and bigger until the whole dream from sleeping to wake is a full on nightmare.

In my past I have caused the dreamer to die through fear itself and others to do my bidding in there waking form after dreams of what to do. I am good at my job.
But with power there is consequence, I found mine.

When you are a dream weaver you have to get to know the person you wish to walk amongst in reality and that can prove difficult. Human minds are easy and manipulating them to like you is easy, especially if you are good looking like me.
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I had been running for what felt like hours. My legs were burning, and I knew my body was about to give out. The tears that had long since dried still clung to my face. I was covered in bruises and cuts from tearing through the forest. Everything hurt-not just my body, but my heart as well. Just hours ago, I was at a motel with my mom, arguing about dinner, and now she was gone. She killed herself to protect me. That's what I keep telling myself, but deep down, I know it's not true. She was tired of running, tired of hiding. The hunters were close, too close, and to avoid being captured and tortured again, she decided to exit on her own terms. I had to get out of here fast. But I had nowhere to go, nowhere to run or hide-still, I kept going. Thankfully, I had good instincts and the one lesson my mother ever taught me: shapeshifting. I just needed to throw them off my trail. I glanced over my shoulder to see if I could spot any pursuers, but that was a mistake. I tripped and hit my head on a rock, and everything went black.