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Dream Weaver
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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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