Wise Country

Chapter 1
prologue : All has a beginning


In the nights, dream delight;
I want to see you standing there.
In the nights, dream delight;
I've found someone who really cares.
In the nights, dream delight;
I want to see your smile again.
In the nights, dream delight;
You're the one I waited for.


Tho he wicked of all or big he was creator and ruler of this one divine behind the meaning of darkness but too all the sleepers of the waking world and too the night place was simply Nightmare.

One found himself grumbling under his breath again, once again those Nightmaren's brought nought and patience was weary thin from these simply requirements. Sentenced with Reala happening to take some of the blunt edge of the mans frighting size and the man simply signed-what could be classed as a one from his still lips.
Simply the figure gazed at where he stand,well floated, above the very pit where any shall fail, fall to demise.

The hands that cornered each inch of him returned too their positioning to glance forward at the figure leaving his stance of power. The foolishness Reala holds to think he may speak when not spoken too,but at least he wasn't like the wretched NIGHTS whom choose to not follow his orders.
NIGHTS will soon be taken care off,fair enough. Not like the simple thing should be let to roam about free in such a manner.

But simply time was forgotten. When was one once in the matter of the past?Was their even a past too the being that caught such power in the palms of each 6 hands he crafted nought to worry,but remember each and every being has a matter whom they are.
Its such as the tale of the Ideya and where one goes when they dream.

But was their ever a time where Nightmare was none and Wizeman...was a simply being?Of the one world he disperses.
The land of Nightopia.

Many century's ago

The echoing of the silent air riveted between again Nightopia was done and wouldn't be visited for at least much time dream gate would be silenced till the cry's of curiosity came again.

The Nightopian's flew away,with the looks of it they had been spooked with the miserable smiles they had. Glancing behind them before resting at a nearby rock with a small stream.
A sigh withered between the figures lips and he turned course not wanted here either. So hes movements turned elsewhere too look for a spot to rest. Commonly used to the matter of such little beings running off,not like they were that much brave too anything that scared them.
However despite the thought,the figure soon sought a spot to rest.A simple rock with little shading from a leaning simply shrugged,it'll have to do.

The figure leaned down ,laying hes back against the rock. At least it was strong enough to support him while he it not like he had much to use to interact with the smaller Nightopian's in the first place,he had hes books and so he'll just be fine.

A hand soon came to reside on hes shoulder,the socket in the middle finding its way to open and study the paper he held in front of the keeper of the writings of Nightopia,it was his job to make sure everything was correct and hands studied each letter and symbol on the pagers that layed on hes laps. Each page was fine and had the correct information of Nightopia,recorded information,all so on Visitors and their Ideya.
Another sigh escaped him,work was all he had to do was go about and fix up up and craft some more from the materials he had before they ran dry.
The figure withered up,hes clothing flowing with hes of hes hands took up much of the paper and held it close to hes 't let one escape know after all the hard work,off too the Library before anything else.
Prior to this,not like he had anything to do else with pen and paper.
each detail had too be written for the Future of Nightopia,even if he was the scariest one a boy whom can't help the way he looks,nor can he explain why he looks like this.
Maybe he was just made to look Wise for the sake of intelligence and to prove hes statement of offertory he covers.

The male simply shook the thought and carried on hes path,hes items flowing against the gentle wind of the simple Nightopia. A place that takes shapes of Visitors conscience. What a entrancing feat they can conquer with their Ideya. The male made a grunt,not as if he could present a smile too the fact.

Wise was a simply being around here,he posed no threat and payed close to hes books and appeared not like any other Nightopia with the fact he didn't have a cute,cuddly look to him or the ability to pose as a being to visitors in shapes or forms they know. He was here to provide the facts and information in hes small home the library. Not that many come and go knowing hes their.

he can't help if he holds an iron face and wears the garments he the fact he has 6 hands connected to him,with a glimmer of green in their eyes,the Only view he has on these beautiful world of colors and each takes its shape and here's the Nightopian with an odd shape.

He steadied himself as Nightopian's flew past with those little 'bleeps' and sounds they commonly socket watched on the happy little fellows before then coming to glance back to the path he followed in course unnoticed or ever that's why they had that look after passing him. He himself was a Nightopian happy to help anyone,guess it wasn't so easy too hand out help with the look he held. With much of Nightopia's residents afraid of him,tho he just wants to befriend the smaller beings.

Through slanting trees,and following the winding road that must of meant much too a visitor,Wise came to seek the appearance of hes library. Too which he had found.
Of course he could tell much work had to be done to sort the place out with vines and plants growing where ever eyes could he shrugged the plan out of the Library was one with this wood,and he would not falter with the Forest showing gratitude to Wise and the library's work.
He came to halt at the door,before shifting much of the paper to free one doors and such weren't hes thing most of the time with the case of knocking hes eye against the hard frame of the handle many times before now.
Thankfully this time around he escaped judgement from the handle and safely made it back into the library.
he wondered over too the closest table and placed the work into a neat pile,ready to be turned into a book for later generations and for Visitors to read if interested.

The latter hand reached out and pulled a chair out,too which Wise thanked hes hand for the with him taken it up and siting down for a moment of rest.
"it'll be best to do work here before setting off to work on Nightopia."with words side he hunched over the table and gathered the work once again and went ahead too sort the work out not much of a break.

It properly took much more time then estimated but know work was as if time moved much without the accompany of a arrival of a then again it was always nice to see the stars over and over again more so then what you want but can handle.

Wise pattered himself on the back for getting yet another book done once hopefully it wont be for nought once again. Then again,their was much still too do for today.

Even if he held this,this look of was a part for him to play too affect Nightopia. Even if he wasn't like many of the others that got to really meet these Visitors in Nightopia of their was well behind the crafted much work found out and about here,and if needed so fixed much items as well.
Then their was hes Knowledge to play with,he was the wisest Nightopia to be it seemed they were doing just fine without hes knowledge but its work that doesn't do it self .But who knows it may play a part someday.

The male returned to hes feet,Technically holding no physical body ,giving a stretch to resume hes muscles after the time spent sitting in hes done he was happy to go ahead and leave. Before so he gave a last glance about with hes many green eyes,happy that the work needed to be done so here today was finished and he could move on too some labour work.

Today if memory serves correct he had much work to be done about Nightopia,crafting new sails for the windmills so much wind flowed through once again and created needed currents to spread petals and add effects too the their was that work needed to be done around the dream gate as trees happening to be blown over by the wind tunnel he'll be able to do something about that tunnel as well,with the idea lingering about turning it into some measure of transport up too the upper section of hills around their.

Wise left through the door,firmly shutting it while he thinked. He rubbed hes chin,agreeing with the idea, before wandering down the same one path again,ready to continue with hes invisible work once again.
As long as Nightopia stands,he can be at peace and rest fine with what hes been granted of a role here.
Even if it may never be noticed,Wise thinks of it in a different manner.
The work in the shadows is the brightest.

Night 1 end~