"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 and Lucien were visible from a distance via the village's entrance.
Morpheus spoke out to them in a kind fashion, "Cain. Abel."
"Lord Morpheus," Cain took off his glasses and spoke with a sense of relief. He was standing next to Abel.
With amazement, Abel said, "You've returned."
"Finally," Cain exclaimed.
Both people were overcome with emotion upon meeting their leader after a protracted visit from Morpheus.
Abel exclaimed, "I told you he'd return."
Cain said, "I never questioned it."
Their wide-open eyes began to move.
Cain exhaled deeply. "Enter, My Lord. Also you, Lucien." He reached out his arms to welcome them inside the House of Mystery.
"Or go to the House of Secret." Abel extended his arms to welcome them to his home and said, "I have tea."
As they turned to face each other, they competed for the right to personally welcome Morpheus.
The argument was interrupted by Lucien, who says, "Gentlemen, I'm afraid this is not a social call."
Cain exhaled heavily and inquired, "What happened? Is there a problem? What is it?"
Morpheus remarked, "For the sake of the Dreaming, I must take back a gift I gave you long ago."
"Yes, my Lord. What is ours is also yours. Anything at all," Abel immediately replied. "Just ask," he said.
They went right to the spot where Gregory was playing ball by himself.
Morpheus was persuaded to use a different strategy by Cain and Abel. "There isn't," Morpheus reassured them.
Morpheus answered, "I wish there were another way, but The Dreaming must be revived."
"You say it as though we were the ones who destroyed it," Cain retorted with rage. "Like we were the ones who vanished for more than a century."
"Cain," Lucien silenced him.
Cain was cautioned by Morpheus not to speak further than what he had already said, and he was also reminded of the audience he was addressing.
Cain said, "My Lord, you forgot us. Do you know what we have already lost while waiting for you to return after all these years?" Sadness could be heard in Cain's voice.
Morpheus asked in a voice of skepticism, "What you have lost?"
The answer, Cain said, "is no."
"I've come here to ask Gregory, not to ask you," With a straight face, Morpheus said.
Gregory threw a ball towards Morpheus with his face. Morpheus cast a downward glance towards the dragon.
"I need your help," Morpheus said as he approached the dragon. The dragon bowed to Morpheus after receiving his request.
Morpheus was obstructed by Cain and Abel, who urged him to utilize them instead. However, Morpheus can only absorb things that he has created.
Morpheus moved away from the dragon to give them space to bid the creature farewell. They gave Gregory hugs and compliments.
After saying goodbye to each other, Morpheus moved forward in its direction.
"You have served this kingdom with great honor. You will be missed." As they both knelt down, Morpheus acknowledged the dragon.
To absorb its enchantment, he extended his hand in Gregory's direction.
His eyes began to well up with tears, but he managed to hold himself back until Gregory was gone.
"Lucien, come on." As they leave the village, Morpheus explains, "We have work to do."
When Abel wished Morpheus "Good luck, my Lord," Cain cried angrily, "Simpering suck-up," and then he killed Abel with a shovel.
Corinthians are trying to discuss how to assassinate Morpheus with Ethel in her home.
Corinthians, While looking over Ethel's item, the narrator says, "I see you've turned talent for theft into a prosperous career."
Ethel claimed, "I don't steal them, I broker them."
Do you ever keep any of the artifacts, even The Dream's tools, for yourself?
Ethel said, "No,"
"The King of Dreams will demand their return"
"And I assume you want them too," Ethel
"The tools, they won't work for me. They're made of the same stuff I am"
Corinthians offered to teach him how to use the tools to make The King of Dreams go away.
You want me to assassinate The King of Dreams?" Unexpectedly, Ethel questioned.
Ethel scoffs as she assures him that she lacks the Dream's tools.
"Then I'm afraid we're both dead because I don't have the tools."
"Yeah.... Well, that is too bad. I wonder if your son knows where they are. How is John doing these days? What do you think Dream will do to the son of Magnus?" a forceful voice from Corinthians.
Ethel was terrified and rendered speechless at hearing this.
"I'll ask you again for the benefit of your son. Where are the tools, Ethel?" The tone of Corinthians' voice was stern.

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