The ruler of dreams, Morpheus, approached his throne and reached out to retrieve his helmet from its resting place. "My Lord, you are coming back, aren't you?" His second in command, Lucien, enquired with worry.
"Why wouldn't I return, Lucien?" Morpheus replied as he placed the helmet on his head. "I don't know. It's just that a being as powerful as you, residing here in your realm, dreams rarely ventures into the waking world. Nightmares, however, seem to flourish there."Morpheus then produced his sand and disappeared into nothingness.Emerging from the shadows, Morpheus stepped forward and spoke in a hushed voice. "Corinthians, my works still exist only in dreams. They shouldn't roam among the living while enjoying the demise of mortals."He stood up, Corinth. "Wasn't this the reason you created me? Why should we limit ourselves to their unconscious minds?"He continued, "There is nothing stopping us from taking whoever or whatever we desire," but as Corinthians' knife slipped from his hand, Morpheus was turning him back to sand. "But there is," said Morpheus.Corinthians pleaded for his life as Morpheus extended his hand, holding a ruby before him, attempting to erase Corinthians from existence. The chants of a disciple echoed in Morpheus' ears: "Here in the Darkness." Morpheus groaned and crumbled into dust, while Corinthians felt relief wash over him, knowing he had survived his punishment.A circle of disciples gathered around Morpheus's unconscious body as it manifested within a hazy realm.With their aim evident in their focused expressions, they had cast a strong binding spell to trap him.As they held onto him, their faces were a mixture of astonishment and dread, and the air erupted with supernatural energy.However, Morpheus remained unaware of their attempts while dozing off, his power temporarily dormant.An aged man named Magnus beckoned his son, Alex, to approach Morpheus, the enigmatic figure before them. Magnus entrusted Alex with a crucial task—to retrieve Morpheus' sand pouch. However, he cautioned his son with a stern voice, emphasizing the utmost importance of not breaking the binding circle that encircled Morpheus.As they cautiously reached out to remove Morpheus' coat, a strange and otherworldly transformation occurred. The fabric of Morpheus' coat morphed into the form of a sleek black raven, deftly stripping away the layers that covered Morpheus.Magnus stepped forward with a determined resolve, his hands reaching out to remove Morpheus' helmet. "For now, we shall allow our guest to regain his strength before we unveil our intentions," he declared. With a careful touch, Magnus removed the helmet, revealing Morpheus' pale and serene face.Acknowledging the importance of their next steps, Magnus and his companions entrusted Morpheus to the watchful eyes of the guards. They left the room, their footsteps echoing in the distance.Morpheus was powerless, trapped by a spell cast by an amateur, with no concern for the damage he had done to Morpheus' realm and to his own.The following morning, the sleepy sickness affected nearly 1 million men, women, and children worldwide, as the absence of Morpheus brought chaos to the Dreaming and mortal realm.In the evening, Magnus heard a knock on his doorstep, went ahead to check but found no one. Surprised to see Corinthians inside his house, Magnus quickly approached him and asked with confusion, "Do I know you?"Corinthians replied, "No, but I know everything about you, Magnus, and the creature you've trapped in your cellar." He revealed that he was here to help with Morpheus' imprisonment.Magus nodded confidently, "So, it's blackmail, is it? A shakedown." Corinthians assured Magus that he was here to help him with Morpheus' imprisonment.They walked down the hallway, and Magnus entered the room where Corinthians had gone, Corinthians closed the door behind immediately Magnus stepped in .Corinthians approached and remarked, "There are advantages to keeping one of the Endless nearby." Confused, Magnus asked, "The Endless?" Corinthians proceeded to explain about the Reaper Family, which included members such as Desire, Destiny, and Despair.Magnus, seeking reassurance, faced Corinthians and asked, "Which one of them do I have?"With an intense tone, Corinthians replied, "Dream."Agitated, Magnus questioned, "What good is a god who rules over dreams?" He was on the verge of leaving the room when he heard Corinthians mention that Morpheus was more than just a god. Corinthians explained that Morpheus possessed certain items like the Ruby, Pouch of Sands, and Helm, which could grant him aspects of power and prolong his lifespan. However, Morpheus had to remain captive and must never be allowed to escape.Convinced that Morpheus was securely bound within the binding circle, Magus's confidence wavered as Corinthians expressed a different viewpoint.Corinthians advised Magus that the circle alone was insufficient, stating, "You must construct a glass sphere within the circle to contain Morpheus's physical form."Corinthians emphasized the importance of preventing anyone from falling asleep in Morpheus's presence, as it would allow him to escape into their dreams, something Magus certainly wanted to avoid.A smile formed on Magnus's face as he heard the prospect of gaining power and wealth. However, Corinthians added an additional instruction for Magnus: he needed to acquire Forced March Tablets, typically used to keep trench soldiers awake.As Corinthians prepared to depart, Magus couldn't help but inquire, "Why are you helping me, and what is your relationship with him?" Corinthians smiled and replied, "Well, you could say that he shaped me into who I am today, and if he were to ever escape, he could reclaim everything."Sensing a presence in their midst, Corinthians alerted Magnus, though he couldn't see anyone. Curiously, Corinthians stooped down, picked up a stone, and hurled it at a raven nearby. "Well, you'll have to handle her. Her name is Jessamy, and she belongs to Morpheus. Best of luck," Corinthians said before departing.Magnus entered the room where Morpheus was imprisoned, his footsteps echoing in the silence. "Are you awake?" he asked, but Morpheus remained silent, his gaze fixed on Magnus as he paced around. With intense determination, Magnus spoke, "I know who you are, Dream of the Endless."As Morpheus opened his eyes, his gaze met Magnus', who continued his plea, "I captured you according to the laws of magic. But it wasn't you I wanted. I wanted Death to return my son, Randell."Magnus requested that Morpheus grant him the return of his son in exchange for his release. "Is that in your power, King of Dreams?" Magnus asked, searching for an answer in Morpheus' eyes. Morpheus raised his eyes but remained silent, withholding his response."If you can't, what can you give me?" Magnus questioned, his voice filled with anticipation. "If I promise to give you back your things," he continued,expressing his desires. "Power? Immortality? Wealth?" Magnus paused, then asked with a hint of assurance, "Is there nothing you can offer me?"Morpheus remained silent, withholding his response. Understanding that Morpheus was not yet ready to speak, Magnus made a decision. He would make use of Morpheus' vestments until the King of Dreams was willing to engage in the conversation.Magnus exited the room, leaving Alex alone with Morpheus. As Morpheus raised his head, his expression filled with pleading, Alex found himself unable to bear the weight of the pain, sadness, and suffering reflected in Morpheus' face.Overwhelmed by the emotions emanating from the imprisoned deity, Alex swiftly departed the room, seeking solace elsewhere.Day after day, Magnus pleaded for gifts that are not of mankind's to receive nor Morpheus to give, so Morpheus remained silent.And ten years later, though Morpheus' presence remained secret to society, his ruby, sand, and helm brought youth and prosperity to Magnus and his followers, but for the rest of the world, the suffering continued.The following evening, after a party at Magnus' house, there were no guards available to watch over Morpheus. Alex volunteered to keep an eye on the captive deity. He ascended the stairs with determination and entered the room where Morpheus was imprisoned.In the darkened chamber, Morpheus sat within the sphere, his head lifted. As Alex approached the door, he called out, breaking the silence. "Hello," he greeted, stepping closer to Morpheus. "It's Alex, the son of Magnus," he introduced himself, hoping to establish a connection with the enigmatic figure before him.Uncertain of Morpheus' ability to communicate or comprehend, Alex expressed his concerns. "You see, I don't know if you can speak or understand me, but I just wanted to ask: Are you alright in there?" As Alex anxiously awaited a response, Morpheus, driven by a mix of annoyance and anger, turned his head towards him.Alex paused, contemplating the situation before speaking to Morpheus. "No, of course, you are not," he ack
Alex heard the sound of glass breaking from a distance and hurried inside at the sound. When he heard a woman sobbing and saw Magnus storming out of a room, he quickly hid.Concerned, Alex entered the room and inquired about the cause of distress. Through tears, the woman replied, "I'm going to have a baby." Alex's face lit up with joy, and he exclaimed, "Ethel, that's wonderful news!" He smiled warmly and offered his heartfelt congratulations.Sniffling, Ethel shared, "He wants me to get rid of it. In fact, he's calling the doctor right now." Her words were filled with sadness.Alex offered a gentle presence, comforting Ethel in her distress. She glanced at him, her expression softening. "I will be fine," she said, managing a smile amidst her tears.Late at night, Ethel swiftly packed her belongings and stepped into the waiting car, driving away from the scene.Upon entering his room, Magnus immediately noticed the absence of Morpheus' vestments. It dawned on him that Ethel had taken
With a hint of regret in their voice, Alex's elder self said to Morpheus, "I could have sought after wealth or power, just like my father did." Alex said, "But all I ever wanted was to be free from your grip," with a broken heart."Alex, my dear," Paul cried as Alex sat down in a wheelchair, his hands firmly holding the device. Alex asked Paul to "please take me upstairs."As the wheelchair glided steadily across the circle, it left a visible line, shattering the once unbroken formation. Paul halted momentarily, casting a backward glance at the disrupted circle, realizing its demise. Then, his gaze shifted upward to meet Morpheus', acknowledging him with a nod and a smile, before departing from the room.Morpheus observed the broken circle, a sense of relief washing over him. Leaning forward, he directed his attention towards the guards stationed nearby. "Our Dracula still remains tight-lipped," remarked the female guard, engrossed in her novel. Curiosity piqued, the male guard inquir
"You're home, my Lord," Lucien whispered with a tinge of sorrow."I am," Morpheus replied, his voice tinged with relief as he regained consciousness.Morpheus needed assistance getting up from his prone position, so Lucien offered his hand. Together, they crossed the barren desert, their steps leading them to a towering gate covered with ancient statues, one of which conspicuously displayed the emblem of Morpheus' helmet.Morpheus reached out, his hand gently making contact with the gate. A resounding rumble echoed through the air as the gate swung open freely, granting them passage."Forgive me, sir, but... the realm, the palace... they are not as you left them," Lucien cautioned, her words laced with a mix of warning and anticipation. As the gate swung open, revealing the kingdom that Morpheus had once ruled, a profound shock coursed through him. His eyes widened in disbelief at the sight. There were no signs of trees, no bustling of life.When Morpheus returns from captivity, the
"A mystical dragon flies across a village with trees, a river, grass, and two houses in the land of dreams."The dragon landed on a roof and commanded Gregory to go immediately. 'You're going to trip and get wounded,' a man gave the dragon orders."The man said, "That's it."The dragon Gregory came down to the ground grumbling. It was speaking to the man in its own language. The man inquired, "Are you sure?"As a response, Gregory snorted.He laughs.The man stroked the dragon and said, "Good boy, Gregory, Good gargoyle."The man yelled for his friend's name and ran in his direction, calling out, "Cain, come quickly."While using a shovel to dig a hole and wearing glasses, Cain muttered to himself, "Blasted, bulbous,bilge-bubbling bollocks."The man yelled, "Cain!""What do you want, powder-brain? Do you not realize I'm working?" Cain answered in a stern manner."We have guests," the man said.Unexpectedly, Cain turned around to check for the visitors' location. "where?"Morpheus an
"Do you believe you're quite ready for this, your majesty?" she inquired, making Lucien concerned about Morpheus. "You haven't navigated these seas in a while.""Do you think I've forgotten how?" Morpheus questioned."No, but..." Lucien sighs.In the midst of a pitch-black, calm sea with ominous clouds, they were both standing on a long, narrow wool bridge. The ebony seas seemed to go on forever, motionless and lifeless.Morpheus, a tall figure with a regal bearing, stood with piercing eyes and flowing dark hair framing his features, looked out into the black sea."I can't ask The Fates for assistance without providing them with something in return," Morpheus said as he turned to face Lucien. "Nothing remains from the Dreaming." Morpheus had made up his mind.He explained, "I have to gather my offering from other people's dreams.""I understand. It's just that, in your absence, these waters have become darker, treacherous, unsafe," Lucien murmured worriedly."Morpheus advanced to the
When Ethel arrived at the heavily guarded building, the guards opened the entrance and greeted her as she entered gracefully. visiting Johnny, her son, in a light, white room. Ethel called out to her son, John, who was seated on a chair and wearing a hospital outfit, which he mistakenly thought of as a jail. With astonishment on his face, he raised his head and gave her a surprised expression. Ethel seldom paid her son any visits. He whispered "Hello, mama" Ethel inquired about his well-being. Johnny said that it was dull and lonely and that the location resembled a jail. Ethel corrected him, saying, "Hospital, John, and I can see you are getting better." Is that how you're checking to see whether I've forgiven you? John queriedEthel laughed and asked Johnny if he was okay as she turned to face him and acknowledged him. You're either trying to convince yourself or me, John smiled. "Am trying to speak with my son." Ethel said in a stern voice, "We need to talk."Johnny wasn't fol
Girving, the dragon, was approaching Abel's tomb, where Cain had laid him to rest. As soon as Abel spotted the newborn dragon, Abel dug himself out of the tomb. "Hello Girving, I mean Goldy," Abel greeted the dragon after sitting down. "For Cain's sake, I'll name you Goldy, but you'll always be Girving to me," Abel said to the dragon. Girving speaking to Abel in dragon language, Girving the dragon. "He's not to blame; he can't help it." Abel tries to explain to Girving why Cain keeps murdering and burying him every time he gets angry: "It's who he is, it's who we are." "First killer, first casualty. This is our story," he said."Do you even understand what a story is?" Girving was questioned by Abel." Should I tell you?" As he began his narrative, Abel grinned and adjusted his seat. "It's a secret story," he said. "It's a story of two brothers who were good to one another and who loved one other very, very much. Nice and compassionate. And...and brotherly, you know?" As he concl