•Immortal• dnf

Long ago the God of Chaos, Dream, started a small town of mortals. It was peaceful, ironically, the God of Chaos loved peace. It was safe for centuries.

But one day Dream received a vision in his sleep. The town he loved was left to rubble, houses torn down, fences broken, families crying over graves. It was horrific. When he looked down at his hands red, liquid dripped from his fingers. It splattered his cloak, churning his stomach. Scared for his town and people, the God dug his hands into the ground and moved the whole town. It was exhausting. He moved the whole land mass farther north. When he put it back down he changed the villagers memories to make it so they always had lived there in their tiny brains. The god put a shimmy barrier around the land and locked it. Not even he could get in. Only if he truly needed to. No one could leave either.

They were safe. Peaceful for a millennium. Until that short brown haired boy strutted seamlessly through the barrier.