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End of Dreams - The Reign of Nightstalkers

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End of Dreams - The Reign of Nightstalkers

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Nocven watches as the fragment of the heart turns to tiny shards and drops from his clenched fingers to the ground. His breath releases, a deep sigh escapes.

“It is done, what is will be no more.” his voice cracks the sudden silence.

Remnants of dreamers being torn from the Dream fade about his vision. He watches them each in turn, not needing to lift a finger as they vanish into nothingness.
Moments pass and absolute silence and darkness creeps over his surroundings like a warm velvet blanket.

He takes a stroll, fully able to see in the dark, casually passing dropped items of dreamers whom vanished without a moment notice, he kicks a few just to hear the brief crunch as the items smack against a wall. His tour takes him up mountains, across plains and through valleys, occasionally passing one of the silly strongholds these inhabitants called home. The mares still remain, scurrying from his path out of fear and in a quick flurry. They increase in numbers as he comes across the Umbric, he pauses and chuckles a bit at the scene before him. More of these chaotic fuel cells then ever litter this plane, he finds what is left of the canon and whispers to it, “Nice try, but thanks for ordering in”, and with that he snatches two Agoknight’s, one in each hand. He smashes their heads together and they burst into a gooey paste, a single eyes runs down a river of blood along his arm and he laps it up, biting it firmly causing it to explode in a burst of pus and blood. He sits casually munching on his dinner, watching as two more Agoknights slip from the chaos onto the plane. He merely shakes his head and continues eating, the Agoknights bare down on him, but with a glance they scurry away like rats from a bright light.

As he squeezes an Agoknight tail over his head allowing the blood to flow across his face and down his neck, for the first time in a long time, he smiles.

“Vengeance is mine.” he almost purrs.

He takes out the two essences of WishBringer and Braelynn and sets them beside each other on the ground. With a brief sigh, he spits on each of them in turn, watching his blood thickened saliva slide down the nose of WishBringer’s essence getting caught up on his lips. Braelynn essence now splattered with spittle falls over and the sticky goo drips from her cheeks.

Nocven stands up suddenly and stomps down on them, twisting his ankle and grinding the essences into the ground. “Good riddens.” he says with barely a huff.

He turns and walks out a portal, the sun quickly dries the blood, the essences absorb into the soil and all that remains are a brown splotch and the shapes of a male and female essence.
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Hours turned into days and Nocven fed exclusively alone. Laying on a bed of dreamer essences, house primes and trinkets he gathered over the days, he twirled his finger haphazardly in bowl of deep red blood. Carcasses of mares of all types lay about the room. This spot he decided would work well for his devouring this day. A room that connected all the pathetic houses of this dream world together. He lay upon the table and looked about; crests of the various buildings lined the walls around the corner from their corresponding portals. He crushed and crumpled up mare parts and pieces into fist size balls and through them at the crests chuckling to himself as the skin and meat stuck to the surface.

And that’s when he first saw her. That despicable woman, how is she here… how could she? She was completely ghostly white and nearly completely see-thru. She walked in and picked up after him, parts of mares, the bowl of blood and then throwing them in a large leather waste bag. He tries to grab her arm, but his hand passes right through. He looks on oddly, she seems unaware of his presence and continues to work. He throws one of the mare ball clumps at her, it passes thru her form and just as it goes through the other side she reaches up and grabs it and tosses it in her bag.

“How is this possible?” he growls, swiping at her form with his claws and gnashing at her with his teeth. His face goes deep crimson as his anger spills over.

“This is not possible!” he rages.

The woman continues to clean up the room, sweeping and mopping until all is well again, never stopping once to even look in his direction. He tried grabbing the bag but to no avail, the broom and the mop his hands passed thru as if nothing but air.

Defeated he slumps against a wall as she finishes, his lip curled in a snarl his chest heaving from anger and anguish all at once.

When she finishes, she evokes a fireball on the bag and it burns quickly to a crisp, leaving nothing but a ghostly smoke. He roars again in her general direction, but she appears oblivious.
Finally, she turns and lays an item on the table and heads back out through the portal from whence she came, for a moment he considers giving chase, but intrigue stops him in his tracks and he heads over to the table.

His eyes fall upon the item, and he inhales deeply and lunges towards the portal after her ghostly apparition.

The room falls silent and bare, save for the table where upon sits a single Night Rose.
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The city lay scorched and desolate as Nocven rampaged alone and furious leaving a trail of anger and hatred in his wake. The woman was gone, lost to him in this maze of a city. What was more upsetting, is there was no signs of her anywhere. He had hoped to draw her out, but she didn’t clean up after the devastation and destruction he left behind as she had so casually done before.

Soon the others would come, thousands of his kind to feed and bathe in the chaos. He will not allow himself to look incompetent. No, he must find her and rid her of this place like he got rid of everyone else. He stands at the base of Illapse looking at the field of Night Roses and an evil smirk falls over his face as he ransacks by kicking, pulling and ripping the flowers from the earth. He stomps and spits on them as he breaks their steams and removes their petals one by one. After several minutes the threshway of Illapse is covered in tattered petals, stems and soil, with nothing left to smash or focus his anger upon. Nocven breathes heavily, satisfied with his destruction he slips out through a portal unsure of where to go next to find her.

As the portal swallows him up leaving behind the the evidence of his anger, the threshway falls silent. From the shadows a ghostly form steps forward. He surveys the area with a saddened expression.

“She will not be happy when she see’s this.” the figure says whilst shaking his head.

He bends and picks up any petals he can find that still hold their shape, he gathers them methodically and carefully. His ghostly cheeks stream tears that look nothing more than a shadow of moisture running down his pale skin. Content he has collected the remaining petals he once again surveys the scene. A soft whimper escapes his lips as sadness consumes his form, he shakes softly. He slumps against the mountain wall, holding the petals in his hand as if they were small living creatures he cradled carefully. Tears continue to streak his cheeks and he lowers his head and begins to sob. After a few long minutes, he sniffles and tries to regain his composure. He stands and lets out a deep sigh, shaking off his emotions and again looking at the wreckage before him.

“This is where I waited for you once,” he says with conviction, “I miss you my love of loves.”

He takes the petals and turns towards the portal Nocven passed through, he takes another look over his shoulder.

“I love you, Braelynn” he says firmly, “We will find a way.”

And with that he steps through the portal.
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Weeks passed. The city lay in smoldering ashes and chaos. The halls and pathways littered with Darkmare and Nightmare parts and pieces. Quivering bits of flesh and dried blood nearly everywhere one’s eyes rested. The sounds of roars and bones crunching echoed across the dreamscape like a haunting horror. Laughter and squeals of pain mix to create a chorus of death and doom.

An emphant steps through the chaos, unknowing its fate, its starts roaming the threshway of Umbric looking for a victim. Before it can even make a corner, a figure lunges at it from unseen shadows. It hardly makes eye contact before its head is removed from its shoulders and it feels itself being rolled along the ground. It comes to rest on its side, looking back at it’s own body which is being hefted over the face of a Nightstalker. The emphant’s eyes peel back in horror as it watches its own entrails and blood gushing from its body into the waiting mouth of the stalker. The Nightstalker already bathed in dried blood from previous kills, has a fresh layer of thick red blood run down from its mouth over its naked form. As it shakes the remaining bits into its mouth its dark eyes turn and peer into the eyes of the emphant and it steps forward. As everything fades to black the emphant looks out at its now emptied body, its eyes stay glued upon it even as it feels the bones in its skull begin to crack.

The Nightstalker crunches and chews, and then suddenly cocks his head to its side listening intently. It’s bloodied teeth suddenly peer through its mouth as it grins hearing yet another chaotic creature in the near distance, it tosses the emphant skull to the side and races off. The umbric threshway falls silent again, before a moment later another emphant steps through the chaos.

Elsewhere, Nocven surveys the Dark Awakening, a flood of his brethren stand about feeding on bits and pieces of the chaos creatures.

“Success”, he nods to himself.

More Nightstalkers swarm in, racing through the portals in search of something to consume. Nocven, eye’s his brother, Morpheus as he chews on the remains of a Shamblix. It seemed only yesterday he was rescued from his imprisonment within the expanse. Morpheus hadn’t been the same since, but his hunger was surely as strong as ever.

A sudden clamoring and disturbance grabs his attention from his brother as he turns to see Nightstalkers fumbling over themselves to get back into the room from a nearby portal. Nocven steps passed them and through the portal himself to see what caused them to scramble away in fear.

He surveys the room, a plethora of unidentifiable remains cover the floor as if blasted apart from a central spot. Bewildered his eyes fall upon one his brothers standing completely still in the center of the room. Suddenly the body of this nightstalker begins to swell and shrink, each time getting larger and shrinking back to normal. Nocven tilts his head in bewilderment and shock as he races to the stalkers side, but before he can make it to him, an explosion causes him to launch into the air backwards and onto his back, his face littered with the remains of the stalker’s body. As he wipes the blood and fragments of bone from his eyes, he looks back where the stalker once stood.

She now stands in the stalkers place, her own body glistening with the nightstalkers blood, her Night dress running with bits and pieces of its remains. Her body heaves as she breathes in and out deeply, her face is seething.

“You!”, Nocven screams at her, “You are dead, I saw you die!”

Braelynn turns her eyes upon Nocven, they peer into him as she takes a step forward. Her lip curled and her voice hissing, she picks up her pace.

Nocven covers his face with his arm as she bares down on him. But the impact never comes, he moves his arm away from covering his face and looks about the room.
Nothing, nothing but the remains of the chaos that moments ago had ensued.

He scrambles to his feet and races back towards the portal from whence he came.

“Morpheus!” he shouts as he runs, his eyes panic stricken as he passes through.
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Days before…

The ice on the Palace walls glistened brilliantly as always and ever before. The air was crisp and cool but filled with an incredibly loud silence. Nothing stirred, a stillness lay over everything like a timeless photographic image captured forever. The tub once steaming and full of crystal-clear water, now sat empty and spotless, as if nothing more than a large bowl forgotten and left. The royal table still had plates, glorious etched silverware and fine goblets that looked to be made from ice adorning the place mats across its oak surface.

As she sat, her glorious Night Dress flowed from her frame as if she was poured into it. Her arms sat crossed, her breath soft and quiet as she sat upon the windowsill looking out across the Basin. She felt so alone without him. Her rock. Her life. Her very soul. She wiped a lone tear as it slowly streamed down her cheek. The Nightstalkers would be arriving in mass numbers any day, perhaps any moment now. The City was mostly empty now, a few stragglers of dreamers hid in the Lost Caves and dared not make their presence known, but most were gone. All of them, friends.... family. Even that damned bird. She missed their interaction, a City with life. Even those few left, she couldn’t interact with, caught somewhere between the City and someplace else. Dreamstruck by Nocven, the monster Nightstalker just days before he shattered the Heart of the City in his hands, and everything went dark. When the light finally returned to the City, they were all gone. Mostly though, he was gone, the Bringer of Wishes, her “Love of Loves” as he called her. She was trapped now, alone, without him, without anyone for that matter. She sighed deeply breaking the silence and stillness that engulphed her.

Suddenly the sound of a portal being passed through rang through the Palace and she jumped from the ledge, startled out of her near-trance and peering intently for whom had dared enter her place of sanctuary and solace.

He walked into the room and looked her directly in the eyes, this startled her as much as his presence alone. He grinned a bit as he caught her expression.

“Don’t be so surprised, Braelynn”, he said with a chuckle.

“How?” she managed to say her, body starting shake with a level of excitement.

“Really?”, he replied. “I have always been able to pass between here and there, from City to City, though the chaos and back again. Like my father before me.”

“But you can see me, here and now?” she asked, with still a level of uncertainty.

“Of course, Braelynn, you are not dead. You are merely phasing between the Ambience and reality. Nocven may think your dead, odd for someone immortal, but you were spared” he stated matter of factly.

She considered this and then looked up, “But, what of WishBringer, where is he?” she said with a bit of urgency to her voice.

“It is the same for him, though the Ambience does not often share, there will be times you can see and hear him, and the same for him to you. You just simply must figure out how to find one another. But I can help you.” He said, eyeing her as she took in this information.

“Yes, please!”, her voice full of desperation, her eyes pleading.

He pulls out a crystal and hold it out to her, its glows and pulsates as if alive and breathing all of its own.

“The Ambience Crystal, Braelynn, it will help you control phasing in and out of reality.” He says with a pause, “Be careful, however, when you phase in, if you choose to use it in in a spot where a creature, or say,” again he pauses, tilting his head and looking her firmly in the face, “a Nightstalker is, you will expand out and explode them from within.”

A single eyebrow arches, her eyes nearly twinkling. “Oh really” she says her mind already contemplating.

“Yes indeed,” he says, “A wonderous device made by Silk Nuvas. I used it quite often in my more scrupulous days. The phasing in and out will help you signal to Wish where you are. You just need to find him. And when you do, I will return for the both of you and show you the path to the clone City we managed to spin off just moments before the darkness settled in on this City with Nocven’s fateful squeeze.”

“A new City?” Braelynn asks incredulously, “Is this where everyone else is now?”

“Well, yes, and no. Its damaged, the time and space it exists in are a challenge, but soon must will be able to achieve the awakening within it.” He replied.

She breathed in deeply, releasing a heavy sigh of relief, “Oh my, this is wonderful. I will find him. She immediately looks out the window again, surveying the horizon. I will find you love, again, I swear it.”

She looks down at the glowing crystal in her hands, her face suddenly brimming with vengeance, “Though first, its time for a little murder face.” She lets out a short, wicked cackle.

“Well then, I shall return” the giver of the crystal says with a quick chuckle. And with that he twirls a club and places it upon on his shoulder and slips out.
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