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The King of Dreams chapter 22
As Rose awoke, her eyes were drawn to a Raven perched outside her window. A rush of anticipation surged through her veins, compelling her to confirm the authenticity of her dream. With a mixture of trepidation and curiosity, she approached the Raven, hoping to find validation and answers within its enigmatic presence.Using its beak, the raven tapped on the window and let out a series of cawing sounds. Startled yet hopeful, Rose approached the window, her footsteps cautious and deliberate. She softly called out, "Matthew?" The raven swiftly took flight, disappearing into the sky, leaving Rose with a rush of relief coursing through her veins. At that very moment, she couldn't help but question if it had all been a dream.Equipped with a photo of her brother, Rose took a decisive step forward and utilized it to create a compelling missing-person poster. With a mixture of anticipation and apprehension, she then reached for her phone and dialed Unity's number, her fingers trembling as she
The King of Dreams Chapter 23
Lucien approached Morpheus in the library, her steps swift and purposeful. With respect in her voice, she addressed Morpheus, "My lord, may I be of assistance?""Is this everything we have on Rose Walker?" Morpheus asked. "And Jed Walker," Lucien replied. "But I doubt there's anything in those books that you don't already know. Except, perhaps..." Before Lucien could finish his sentence, Morpheus abruptly interrupted him, his anger evident.Morpheus's voice quivered with unease as he spoke, "Except, perhaps, why she managed to wander into my throne room." Anxiety tinged his words, his worry was evident. Seeking reassurance, he turned to Lucien and posed a question, "What do you think? Why did Gault target her brother and not her?"Lucien frowned, "Did you read about Unity? She questioned. "The day you were imprisoned, there were people all over the world who fell asleep and people who couldn't wake up. Unity is the sole survivor of what they call the 'Sleepy Sickness.' The day you re
The King of Dreams Chapter 24
As they bid farewell to the beach, Hal enveloped Rose in a warm embrace. "You've been an incredible friend, Rose Walker," he expressed, his voice filled with gratitude and affection.As Corinthian reached the foster agent's office, he found her on the verge of leaving for the day. Determined, he hurriedly approached her and held up the flyer in his hand, extending it toward the agent. With a mix of hope and urgency, he asked, "Excuse me, ma'am. Have you seen this boy?"The foster agent couldn't say a word, she believes her profession doesn't allow that. Corinthian didn't waste any time. He brought out his knife, stabbed the agent, and removed her eyes. Corinthian positioned himself at the table, carefully setting down the eyes alongside Jed's file. With a steady hand, he proceeded to delicately insert the extracted agent's eyes into his eye sockets, merging their sight as one. As his vision adjusted, he delved into the contents of the file, utilizing this newfound perspective to unco
The King of Dreams Chapter 25
With a smile gracing his enigmatic face, Morpheus turned towards Rose and spoke, his voice filled with an air of wisdom. "I must confess, there are certain questions even I cannot answer definitively," he began. "However, what I can reveal is this: a Vortex possesses a tremendous power—the ability to dream entire worlds into existence or bring about their utter destruction."After a brief pause, they resumed their journey, with Rose taking the lead toward her brother's dream. However, the next dream they entered was not her brother's, but instead that of her friend, Zelda, appearing in a childlike form in the cemetery. Intrigued, Rose couldn't help but inquire, "Who is that?"Morpheus: Zelda. When she was your brothers' age. Zelda: Mummy and Daddy told me to go away. So, I am in the old orchards. Nobody understands me. Nobody cares. Nobody understands but Chantal. Chantal comes along, shows me she's my soul sister. I and she are gothic heroines, secret brides to the faceless slaves
The King of Dreams Chapter 26
"I'm right here," Jed's voice sounded with a hint of confusion."No, Jeddy, this is just a dream," Rose gently reassured him. She held up the flier, her finger pointing at the desperate plea for help scrawled across it. "When you wake up, where do you think you'll be?" Rose asked, her voice filled with concern.Fear and panic gripped Jed as he trembled, his voice trembling as he spoke, "Uncle Barnady threatened to shatter every bone in my body. Even Aunt Clarice won't be able to protect me."Rose's voice trembled with worry as she questioned, "Who is Barnady? Where is Jed? And where are Aunty Clarice and Uncle Barnady?""They're home. They are in Homeland," Jed answered. "Where is that? Where is homeland?" Rose's voice trembled with confusion as she desperately sought answers about her brother Jed's whereabouts. The uncertainty surrounding his location weighed heavily on her heart, leaving her feeling lost and disoriented.Morpheus fixed a steady gaze upon Gault and issued a commandi
The King of Dreams Chapter 27
As Rose awoke from the vivid dream, she immediately shifted her focus to her laptop. Determination filled her as she tirelessly searched for any trace of Bernady and Clarice Homeland, her brother's foster parents. Finally, with a surge of relief and excitement, Rose discovered their location.Without wasting a moment, Rose hurriedly made her way to their room door, eager to share the news with Lyta. She knocked on the door eagerly, her voice trembling with anticipation, "Lyta, I found him. I found Jed."Lyta's voice echoed from the room, filled with confusion. "What?" she exclaimed, seeking clarity or further information on the matter at hand.Rose's excitement bubbled up within her as she exclaimed, "I found Jed!"Consumed by excitement, Rose could no longer contain her eagerness to begin the adventure. Unable to wait any longer for Lyta to come out from the room, she swiftly grabbed the car keys, her phone, and her bag. With a determined stride, Rose left. As Lyta swung open the do
The King of Dreams Chapter 28
Stepping foot into the ethereal realm of the Dream world, Morpheus and Gault made their entrance. As Morpheus began his approach toward the magnificent throne that symbolized his authority, Gault couldn't contain her curiosity any longer. She turned to Morpheus and posed a question that had been weighing on her mind, "Do you possess any insight into what Jed's life is truly like in the waking world?"With a mix of frustration and anger, Morpheus averted his gaze, his back turned to Gault. He spoke with conviction, emphasizing the stark reality before them. "Humans were never meant to dwell solely in the realm of dreams. By keeping the child trapped there, we deny him the chance at a real life, a life filled with experiences and opportunities.""The boy is being abused. He's suffering," Gault said. "You abused that suffering to build a Dreaming you could rule," Morpheus responded. "I have no desire to rule. My only wish is to create a Dream and not a Nightmare," Gault confided in Mor
The King of Dreams Chapter 29
A few days later, Corinthian and Jed found themselves sitting in a serene park, enjoying the delightful treat of ice cream. As they savored each bite, Corinthian couldn't help but chuckle at Jed's quirky way of eating his ice cream, bringing a lighthearted smile to both of their faces. The park echoed with the sound of their laughter, creating a joyful moment. "Need another one?" Corinthian offered Jed a paper napkin to clean his mouth.As Jed cleaned his mouth, he inquired, "Do we need to meet Rose?""No, Rose is coming to meet us.""Here?""No. I have to go to a work thing. It's a convention. We will call her there.""Like a comic book convention?""Do you like comic books?""I used to.""Back when you were a kid?" Corinthian asked. "Yeah," Jed smiled and showed a serious look on his face, "Can I ask you a question?""Shoot,""What's your name?""Have you ever noticed how people only ever use your name when you're in trouble… Jed?" Corinthian asked. "We need to talk, Jed. Get in h
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Ten years later the Dreaming shimmered beneath an amber sky, its rivers flowing with starlight, its towers carved from forgotten songs and ancient memories. In the heart of the realm, on the edge of a balcony made of glass and moonstone, Constantine stood, her coat fluttering softly in the breeze that didn’t belong to any weather system but to the breath of dreams.She felt the hum of the Rune at her side, though now it no longer throbbed with warning or shadow. It was quiet—obedient, almost serene. She had long since mastered it, fused it with her essence, and become something more than human… yet not quite Endless.Footsteps approached from behind, deliberate and elegant.“I thought you hated balconies,” Morpheus said, his voice as calm and infinite as ever.Constantine gave a small smirk. “I did. Until they stopped meaning danger.”Morpheus moved beside her, his presence familiar now—not just a god of dreams, not just a ruler of an infinite realm, but her companion. Her equal.“Thi
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Daniel stood beneath a silver-blooming tree, its petals drifting lazily through the air like soft flakes of moonlight. Matthew the raven had flown ahead to scout the next curve of the path, but Daniel lingered in the soft hush of the moment. Behind him, the Dreaming shimmered in ways that couldn’t be described—only felt.He turned as Morpheus approached silently, his long shadow trailing behind him like a veil of stars.“Do you regret it?” Daniel asked.Morpheus tilted his head, his dark eyes studying the young man closely. “Regret… is a waking world emotion. But I know the weight of choice.”Daniel hesitated, his fingers brushing the smooth bark of the tree. “If I say yes… to the Dreaming. If I choose to be its next ruler—what happens to my life in the waking world? What happens to my mom?”“You are not bound by time or place as others are,” Morpheus said softly. “You are made of both realms. A bridge between them.”“But bridges are meant to connect, not live,” Daniel replied. “Can I
Chapter 167
The kitchen smelled faintly of rosemary and coffee, though neither had been brewed that morning. Lyta sat at the table, her hands folded tightly in front of her, her eyes fixed on the old clock above the stove. The second hand ticked like a distant heartbeat. She hadn’t moved in some time.From where she sat, she could see the garden through the window—the cherry tree where Morpheus had stood. He was gone now, or perhaps merely unseen again. The air felt ordinary, but Lyta knew better than to believe in appearances.The back door creaked open.Lyta didn’t turn. “Did you speak to him?”“Yes,” came Daniel’s voice—quiet, full of thought.Now she turned, eyes wide with the weight of anticipation. Her son stood just inside the doorway, his shoulders hunched slightly, as though he’d been walking through centuries. His face was pale but calm. He looked older than he had just an hour ago.“You remember him,” Lyta said.Daniel gave a small nod. “I do. Not everything. But enough.”Lyta stood sl
Chapter 166
The sun filtered softly through the curtains of Lyta Hall’s modest home, golden light falling across the floor like blessings. The house was quiet. A stillness had settled over it since the early morning, when Daniel had gone for one of his long walks. He was taller now, with eyes too thoughtful for someone his age and a silence that often made Lyta ache.She sat at the kitchen table, fingers wrapped around a cup of tea long gone cold. Her eyes stared through the steam, through the walls, into memory. The years had been kind in some ways, harsh in others. Daniel had grown, as boys do, but there was always something in him—something that shimmered beneath the surface, something not quite of this world.And Lyta had known. She’d always known this day would come.The air in the room shifted, stilled even more. The shadows along the edges of the room stretched, deepened. The light dimmed—not harshly, but like dusk arriving early.He stood behind her before she heard his footsteps.“Morphe
Chapter 165
The sky above Hell was not a sky at all, but a vast, churning storm of ash and fire. Mountains of bone reached toward it, and rivers of molten hatred carved paths across a land that screamed in silence. Nothing here grew. Nothing here lived. Yet it pulsed with eternal motion—restless, ancient.Morpheus stepped through the obsidian gate alone, though Matthew flew above him, circling in tight arcs. The raven’s feathers twitched with unease.“I hate this place,” Matthew muttered. “Seriously. Every time we come here, I swear the heat gets worse. And those things with teeth for eyes were *staring* at me.”Morpheus said nothing.He walked toward the obsidian steps of Lucifer’s citadel, where reality bent and recoiled in the presence of pride made flesh. The doors opened without a sound, their carvings writhing with scenes of ambition and fall, endless betrayal, and cold beauty.Lucifer Morningstar stood at the top of the stairs, waiting, arms folded across a regal black coat that shimmered
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The chains cracked like thunder splitting across a void.Flames peeled back. The Realms of Fire shuddered as Destruction stirred. His eyes opened fully—vast pools of molten gold that held the weight of ages. Power rippled from him, not chaotic, but vast. A silent storm.Azazel screamed.“No!” the demon howled, fire bursting from his twisted form like a crown of rage. “You don’t understand! If he’s freed, he will burn all! Destruction *is* the end!”“You fear him,” Morpheus said, stepping forward, shadows clinging to his cloak like mist. “Because he is more than you ever were.”Destruction's voice rolled out, slow and steady, shaking the very ground beneath them.“I never asked to be your weapon.”The gold-and-flame bindings trembled, then shattered.In that instant, Destruction rose.He stood tall—taller than any of them remembered, broad-shouldered and ageless. His red hair swept back like flickering embers in a breeze, his skin luminous with the heat of stars. He stretched one arm,
Chapter 163
The Realms of Fire were alive, not with breath but with hunger. Every stone whispered, every gust of ash howled with the echoes of consumed worlds. As the Endless and their companions moved deeper, the flames recoiled—not from fear, but recognition. They knew who had come.And then, the fire opened like an eye.He emerged.Azazel.He took no single form. A writhing mass of flame and teeth, wings that folded and unfolded from every direction, and a voice that scraped like metal over bone. His many eyes blinked from within his own inferno, each one a different shade of malice.“Well, well,” Azazel hissed, his voice echoing in the very air. “I expected one of you. *Not all.*”Morpheus stepped forward. He did not raise his voice, but his presence swelled like a rising tide. “We are here for Destruction.”Azazel’s laughter burned. “You’re too late, Dream. He *is* destruction now. All I did was remind him what he was meant to be.”Constantine stepped beside Morpheus, the Rune aglow on her h
Chapter 162
The Dreaming was quiet in its breath, the way a cathedral holds silence after a prayer. Morpheus stood at the highest terrace of his palace, shadows draped across his shoulders like a second cloak. The stars wheeled in slow silence overhead.He did not summon Lucien and Constantine with sound—he did not need to. They were both already moving toward him, drawn by the same disturbance humming through the realm.Lucien appeared first, her book pressed to her chest, brows furrowed. She never arrived in haste, but tonight, she was nearly breathless.“M’lord,” she said. “The ripple—was it Daniel?”“Yes,” Morpheus answered.Constantine stepped from a veil of dream-smoke moments later, still barefoot from her meditation chamber, the Rune pulsing faintly against her wrist like a resting heartbeat. Her eyes were alert, wary.“Did something happen?” she asked.Morpheus turned to face them both, the weight of what he had to say already shaping the atmosphere. Even the sky above them seemed to lea
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Daniel tossed in his sleep, the blankets tangled like vines around his legs, sweat shining on his forehead. Lyta had just checked on him not long ago—tucked him in, brushed hair from his brow, kissed him gently. The child was still recovering from his strange disappearance, still unconscious for hours at a time. But what she didn’t know—what no one could truly understand—was that Daniel hadn’t fully come back alone.Something had awakened in him.Something ancient.The air around his sleeping body rippled gently, unseen by waking eyes. Dreams hummed under his skin. The Dreaming stirred around him like leaves brushing his thoughts. But now it wasn’t the Dreaming that called to him.It was pain.And not his own.He felt it like a thread burning from the stars, winding into his chest and pulling—gently at first, then with increasing urgency. He didn’t understand the source, but it throbbed with a weight that felt… *familiar*. Not in face or form, but in resonance.Another Endless.A kin.
