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The Dream of The Endless Series

PROLOGUE

PART ONE _ AS THE DARKNESS FELL

PARTE TWO _ THE ONE WHO NEVER DREAMED (coming soon)

Summary: The one with whom the Dream of The Endless had his vision, a few hours after leaving a party from which you were exhausted, your whole life changes in a split.

warnings: violence? mentions of alcohol

-You p.o.v-

1665, Castle Combe - Wiltshire, England

The lords' parties could be more interesting if it weren't for the drunken men with their inflated confidence for stupid flirts; this party in particular, the meeting of the dukes with their subordinates to celebrate the start of the hunting season, all of them with their large barrels of beer, it simply goes beyond the meaning of 'exhausting' and 'disgusting'.

So, when you realize that they were all too drunk to notice your absence, you started to weave through the guests, the hot breath of beer from the 'gentlemen' passing by you made your nose twist in disgust. Looking ahead, there is the exit, you are about to leave when the Commander Henry Windsor/your father appears in front of you, arms crossed at his chest, looking at you with that scolding gaze.

"What is this beautiful young woman doing, sneaking away so stealthily from a celebration like this?" You press your lips together in a thin line to stifle a laugh, his tone is playful, likely an effect of the beer considering his flushed cheeks, he is not drunk like the others but he is not completely sober either.

"This beautiful young woman plans to sneak away quietly to her quarters" he opens his mouth to protest with that hint of concern always present in his gaze, but you seem to cut him "Father, I've spent the last few hours enduring hunting stories that were supposed to impress me, coming from the stinky mouths of supposed lords who can't even count their own fingers due to how drunk they are... Please, grant permission for your beloved daughter to withdraw." You put on your sweetest smile, hoping that if the unplanned speech doesn't work, this might convince him.

"Lady Y/n Mindsor, this is the most important celebration of the year." Oh no... The serious tone "Rich families have come, and you, as the daughter of the commander of Wiltshire's royal troop, need to be here... But I suppose you need to rest, since you will have to get up early by the morning." He clears his throat, adjusting his leather gloves. The smile you gave him, for that smile he would find any necessary excuse for your absence, amidst so many things that felt like burdens on his shoulders, that smile from his little girl always made the difficult seem easy, he couldn't help but smile back with that conspiratorial look.

"Thank you, father." With a subtle bow and the smile still on your face, after he steps aside, you finally exit the tent, and the cold night air greets you like a gentle hug. "Good night." You wave as you look back over your shoulder and continue on your way to your beloved and longed-for quarters.

Being alone often sounded like a gift to you, enjoying your own company and loving the way you were the only one capable of fully understanding yourself. So for now, at the party, being alone in your little corner made you feel like being underwater with your ears submerged but still being able to breathe, a silencer.

A few hours later...

From side to side, on your stomach or on your back, you seem to be in a fight with sleep that refuses to show up, even with your long, warm, long-sleeved nightgown, even without the tight hair accessories, even being ridiculously comfortable in your bed, not a wink of sleep.

The party on the other hand...

God, how are they managing to stand? Maybe they're not, maybe they're sprawled over the tables or on top of each other, but they managed to speak louder than the instruments playing.

At least until the night got darker through your window, you noticed the shadows covering the brick blocks on the walls as the candlelight grew brighter, a sudden chill ran down your skin even under the blankets, it was then that the music stopped and the screams began, shrill and terrified.

Father.

It was your first thought. You didn't hesitate to run out of the room as you grabbed your sword by the door, you could feel the beats of your own heart with every step you took down and the screams growing louder. As your bare feet touched the grass, everything went quiet, there were no more screams, you might have thought you were hallucinating if it weren't for the blood... So much blood.

No...

Swallowing dry with the sword raised, each step with extreme care, you seem to be expecting a probable attack from any direction, with teary eyes everything seemed blurry but the white fabric walls now painted red were quite harmful. Upon entering the tent, each step became a careful deviation to avoid stepping on a body.

Your stomach churns, not from disgust, but fear.

A mixed relief with a growing dread radiates with every gasp of air upon seeing that the next body wasn’t your father. Your trembling fingers grip the sword, behind the sound of your own heartbeat and the crackling of the torches, the sound of quick footsteps around the tent makes you look in all directions.

"Y/n..." A hoarse, faint whisper. You immediately turn towards the voice and feel the air leave your lungs as you approach, slumped between two tables is your father, almost completely covered in blood.

For a moment you thought he was someone else, long claw cuts mark his face, his right eye had been pierced and blood completely covered it.

"Father" Your voice comes out lower than you wanted, it fails like your own legs as you kneel beside him "No... No,no,no" Maybe desperate denial could make this scene go away as your trembling hands stretch to his face, hesitant between touching and not touching.

This is a nightmare, please, let it be a nightmare...

You close your eyes tightly, hoping that when you open them again, it is dawning on the walls of your room and none of this has ever happened.

"Be brave... M-my little girl" Henry choked on his own blood, searching for your face with his flawed hands, you leaned into the icy, wet touch, your eyes widen and your brows furrow at the sight of black veins spreading from the cuts to all over his face, like something rotten and toxic. His touch is trembling, and, in an instant, it was gone.

It was simply gone.

No, it can't be, he was fine a few hours ago, everyone was fine. I told him goodnight... I...

The feeling of the knot forming in your throat, when the tears seem to burn as much as the suffocating scream that you are containing inside it is like a punch in the ribs, a dagger that has cut too deep and taken out all air...

The darkness once again, the same darkness that had covered your quarters now wanders around the tent, extinguishing torch by torch as its shadow moves, and as if they were the last source of warmth in the world, everything turns so cold.

A shiver runs through your entire body as a low growl grows louder and louder, your instincts urge you to stay still, a strong and malevolent presence seems to crush you.

Slowly you turn, and there, at the entrance of the tent is the thing, even without light you can see the formless shape formed of dense darkness, with large, bright white eyes cold as if they were beckoning you to death.

Be brave...

Maybe you can cry for your father if you survive this, but now, limiting yourself to short gasps of air, you rise up holding your sword firmly and without taking your eyes off the thing, you adjust your posture, there is still fear, but for you if you are going to die it should be fulfilling your father's last words, being brave.

"Come".

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The Dream of The Endless Series

PROLOGUE

PART ONE _ AS THE DARKNESS FELL (posted)

(Just beginning, please let me know what you think :) <3)

-1665-

The King of Dreams and Nightmares stands on the sand, nothing but sand as far as his eyes could see. It was not the Dreaming. The squawking of seagulls makes him look up at the sky, which is covered by dense dark clouds, flashing with lightning while the hum of low thunders echoes in his bones, Dream's eyes, dark as night, bright as galaxies, followed the seagulls as did the cold breeze prickling his skin.

A violent sea arose beneath the birds; Dream slightly furrows his brow with a pin of curiosity and confusion.

Was he, perhaps, trapped in an illusion?

There, where the waves came to cover the sand, with her back to him stood a woman, covered by a dark cloak and her long brown hair reaching the middle of her back. A goddess or divinity?

He can't see who she is, yet, even with his feet firmly in place, his body drawn towards her, like a star near a black hole and inevitably attracted to it.

The wind grows stronger, grains of sand are blown through the air, and the already violent sea seems to rage with the countless lightning strikes hitting it. Why does she not move? He thought.

The King feels his heart beating faster, even with every inch of him begging to shout for her, without a name all words seem to disappear, he wants to run and take her away, raise a hand and with a snap of fingers make everything stop, but nothing happens, as his jaw tightens before the impotence, he remains unable to move his own feet.

Then, suddenly everything quiets down as the sea recedes for miles on the horizon. Dream only realized how much he needed to breath when the woman turned to look at him over her shoulder. In those calm eyes and soft smile, he felt breathless; every feature, every detail, every line outlined by her hair made her seem... Something else. He definitely did not know her; no, he would remember.

As quickly as everything silenced, a thunder as loud as an explosion announced the immense wave rising behind her. The earth trembled. Despair seemed to overtake Dream, yet this woman remained still, but calm; her lips parted and with a smile she whispered:

"Dream..." Her voice echoed within him, and in a blink, he was in the Library of the Palace, his hands clenched into fists and his breath caught in a gasp.

"My lord?" Lucienne calls him, looking over her glasses, still holding the book in her hands. "Are you alright?" She frowned, lightly worried.

After a few seconds with his eyes fixed on the paperwork scattered across the table and mind backwards that woman, Dream lifts his gaze to his librarian, still confused to find the appropriate term for what just happened. He did not dream or even was there, he...

"I... Just had a vision." concluded in his low and almost inaudible voice, making Lucienne's frown a little bigger as she lifts her chin and closes the book.

"You what, my lord?"

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