I know I implied that this would be out after a while...but I lied. I was just way too excited for this idea and I couldn't wait. This is the sequel to Dreaming of Doomsday, and I was also wrong about the title...oh well! I like this title better. Welcome to the prologue of... Dreaming of Doomsday:Corrupted Realities
There is a place that exists beyond most human perceptions. If you didn't know it existed, you would never, ever find it. The simple minded humans who know of its presence call it, The Island of Dreams. But we know better. We call it as it was first named by our ancestors, Kraden's Island. Kraden first discovered this place, and shaped it in his image, his name means concealed darkness, in our native tongue. And he lived up to that name, for while the humans may only see the beauties, we know of the hidden dangers and fears that lie shrouded in blackness.
We know, and will always know. Our job is to wait. This is how Kraden wanted it to be. We wait for years, hidden, watching. And when the bonds holding the gates are weakened on the thirteenth blue moon, some of us are chosen to break free. And once that is accomplished, we play. We play a certain game, that involves the element of Thantos, or death. But this how Kraden wanted it, our lives don't matter. The ones left behind will continue to wait and in that time, those fallen will be replaced. We are the shadows that lurk in corners, the fears that plague your dreams, the grim reapers of light and hope, living nightmares known simply, as the Night Stalkers.