Clandestine Existing

Clandestine Existing

Disclaimer- I don't own NiGHTS, Nightmaren, or anything or anyone canon. They all belong to Sega, however, Lightans, and all Ocs featured in this story are mine.

Lightans are like… the good dream equivalent of Nightmarens. It occurred to me that perhaps while there are Nightmarens, there have to be something to balance that out, right? Hence the birth of Lightans. Though, I have a feeling that to Nightmarens, Lightens are just myths and legends due to an imbalance in the Dream World's natural balance. I also believe that Lightens try to protect the Ideya, whilst staying hidden. However, that's counterproductive on their part.

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Long ago, long forgotten, they hide in plain sight. Within the worlds of Nightopia and Nightmare, there are legends and lore about them. The unknown creatures known simply as Lightans, they existed in total secret. Under strict rules to NEVER interact or interfere with Nightmaren activity. And none disobeyed; not even the youngest of the Lightans… apart from one.

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Giggles of the younglings made the air lighter, it seemed. Grouped together, they stared at the female in awe and delight as she balanced upside-down on her fingertips. "Heheh, you like that, eh?" she asked in a slight accent that was reminiscent of somewhere in England, but not with a definite accent. The young, human-shaped Lightans nodded, giggling and smiling as the older one flipped, landing on a thin, white tail tipped with a dragon-like triangle.

This Lightan was known as the defiant, flippantly disobedient, and brilliant but odd girl Xantippe. Slender and white with blue, Xantippe was a Lightan attributed to intellect and ice. Her body bore a draconian and human-like mixture, blue streaks on her ragged looking wings, thin membranes shining with a blue tinted rainbow. Balancing on the tail, long, spindly legs folded up Indian-style. Elbows on knees, clawed hands holding her chin, Xantippe was smiling down at the youngling Lightans whom had not yet gained visible attributes. Sloped, blue pearly horns poked out of her head. "Heh, I thought you would. Alrigh', alrigh', get going you. Show's over." Xantippe said, fangs showing, as she stood on her own two feet.

The younglings grumbled and groaned as they left, leaving Xantippe be as a large eagle soared through the light sky. Landing, the snowy-white and red streaked bird landed on a wooden perch. This eagle was the very handsome female known as Celibate. "Xantippe, must you be so mean to them? They only find your acrobatics amusing." The Lightan scowled her amber eyes on the bird as she shook cerulean hair that was shoulder length. "Maybe so, but I find THEM irritating. I do it for exercise, not entertainment." Xantippe said.

"I may just head out to the Nightmare Plains to relieve myself of the irritations." She said, smirking. Celibate gaped, beak open. "N-no! Y-You mustn't! Remember what Celerity told you? You get caught out there once more, and you'll get stripped of rank! Maybe even banishment! Is that what you want, Xantippe?" The bird was ignored as Xantippe streaked past, headed in the direction in the smudgy darkness on the edge of the golden-bright white-yellow clouds. Celibate shifted on her perch and groaned. "Not again…" she muttered, flying in the opposite direction to alert the elder and leader of the Lightans, Celerity.

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End Chapter 1.