Note: I read Neil Gaiman's Endless Night and started to wonder why there is never much about Destiny. And then I was on a lecture about chat (computer chat, not chat=talking) as a form of communication and wrote the first version of the first chapter on the margins of my notebook. The topic of the lecture had nothing to do with this story, it just came into my mind that moment. Destiny, the other Endless and some people of Dreaming and waking world who may appear in upcoming chapters belong to Neil Gaiman. You can blame me for the rest of characters (the ones you've never heard of) and the strange/weird/bad plot. Oh, this is my first Sandman fanfic. Just thought you ought to know...
First visit to Destiny's garden
I was laying on my side on stone and I had no idea of where I was or how I had ended up there. I opened my eyes to see where I was, while at the same time my mind was failing to give me any information necessary in a situation such as this. The pain in my head, which had been in the background, took this as a cue to step forward and present itself. Loudly. I closed my eyes quickly, cursing the pain that the light had caused. And then I heard a sound. Someone walking, quiet footsteps. I forced my eyes open and the pain to the background where it had come from. And I saw, from the ground view, a man.
He was dressed in brown robe, but his feet were bare. He was carrying an open book and his eyes were fixed on it. For a moment I thought he would simply walk past me, but then he stopped and turned towards me, although his head was still bowed to look at the book. I got up to my feet, thinking how I could explain my presence here, since it was not clear even to me. I almost tripped over to the hem of my dress and then I realized that I was wearing a green, sequined dress that my aunt had insisted on buying for me. I had been visiting her in London and we had ended up in this very expensive shop, which my aunt adored. The clothes were not really my style, but my aunt made me try on some of the dresses and liked the green one best. It wasn't my style, but it would have been impossible to talk her out of buying it, so I let her do it, she could afford it. It had been over a year ago and the dress had been in my wardrobe, I had only tried it on a couple of times, never worn it. But I was wearing it in that strange place.
Before I could say anything, he turned a page of the book and said, still looking at it: "This is not the realm for you" and I vanished. There was a moment of darkness, then I was standing in the middle of my apartment. The green dress was on the floor, I was naked, and the headache was getting worse. So I went to look for a t-shirt and a painkiller, and then went to sleep. The next morning I woke up after a strange dream of someone claiming to be William Shakespeare trying to sell me an English-Finnish dictionary. The events of last night seemed also like a strange dream. No. Like being strangely awake. More awake then usually.