Yamia: Yay, another NiGHTS fanfic! You can have to many of these, especially when many of these fic writers make poor NiGHTS into a girl…(.)
Anyway, just you all know, I didn't really get into the NiGHTS fandom until two months ago, when my boyfriend bought me Journey of Dreams. But I was some sort of NiGHTS fan. I unlocked him in Sonic Riders and I always play as him, I always pass by the billboard in Shadow the Hedgehog(I don't care what anyone says, that game is kickass) and I wanted JoD ever since it came out. But yeah, in conclusion, I was a PlayStation baby when it came out, when I should've been a Saturn baby…
Warnings: You know, sooner or later I'm gonna run out of clever warnings. Beatings, me causing Reala pain in almost every fic I put him in…un…
Disclaimer: I don't own NiGHTS. The lucky bastards over at Sonic Team do…
So Long, Sweet Despair...
Chapter 1: Adima, heartache.
It would be a cold day in Nightmare before he would ever admit his feelings to anyone. And just outside his window, it was snowing heavily. A truly rare event in this world. Blue cat-like eyes shinned in the torchlight, a far away look in them. So far gone was he in his memories of a time long forgotten, he didn't hear his master mentally calling him.
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"NiGHTS, what is that?"
"This? I call it my Nightmare Flute! It sounds beautiful doesn't it?"
"It does. But, I think you should name it something else. 'Nightmare Flute' doesn't fit you."
"Hmm…how about Dream Flute?"
"…perfect. Now, shall my King of Lullaby lull his subject back to sleep?"
"King of Lullaby? You're so weird Reala."
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"Reala!"
Those blue eyes snapped back into focus, and a once limp body sat rigid in a black and red checkered throne. Reala flew off his seat, heading to the portal that lead to his master's dimension. He couldn't believe he let himself become prisoner to those stupid memories of the past. He was surely in trouble now with Master Wizeman.
The General of Nightmare flew at top speed to his master's domain. He did not wish to be in anymore trouble. Being the only Nightmaren left with a free will of his own was not good. Not only was it just Reala getting the Ideya from Visitors, but he was the only one getting the worst of his master's beatings, while his lower-class brethren suffered less. And it was all NiGHTS fault.
"My King…"
"And just whom do you speak of Reala?"
Reala tensed when he heard his master's voice so close to him. Two giant metallic hands containing his master's eyes flew dangerously close to the Maren. Reala instantly got down on one knee and bowed his head.
"I speak only of you Master Wizeman." Reala answered quickly and clearly. One of Wizeman's hands grabbed the Maren roughly, breaking his leg since he was still bowing. Reala sucked in a scream of pain, because to scream during Wizeman's beatings was to show cowardice, and Reala was no coward. He bared his fangs and merely grimaced slightly in pain.
"I have called you many times Reala, yet you refused to answer me. What is the meaning behind this?" Wizeman asked in his hauntingly booming voice.
"I-I'm sorry Master Wizeman. I was merely thinking of the traitor NiGHTS!" Reala growled out. He was starting to feel lightheaded.
"Ah yes, your twin brother. He is the very reason I called you here."
Reala's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't let it show. He simply breathed harder as the pain in his leg got worse. He tried to ignore the fact that his vision was getting slightly darker. Wizeman gave his offspring a disappointed look and dropped the Maren to the floor, watching him fall to the pitch black floor below and crumple into a black and red pile. Reala slowly picked himself up by the arms and stared into his master's eye.
"What is it you wish me to do master?"
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"And that's why Nightopians look that way." a cheery voiced chimed.
"Fascinating."
NiGHTS gave the Dreamer before him an odd look when the kid turned his back. He didn't know if the kid was being sarcastic or if he was truly interested. He ways melancholy when he came to Nightopia. And he wore all black all the time. Who does that?! Not even Reala was that tacky.
"Reala…"
"Reala? Who's that?"
"Uh, no one important. Shall we get going Martin? You only have two more hours until you awake."
"It's Cyrus, and let's go already." The Dreamer started heading towards the door to the Dream Gate. NiGHTS followed him, making obscene gestures at the oblivious boy and laughing his disembodied head off(Cyrus chose to ignore the purple clad being). But as soon as NiGHTS made it to the Dream Gate, Cyrus was gone. NiGHTS spotted Owl and flew over to him.
"Hey old man, where did tall, dark and gloomy go?" The Maren laughed.
"The Awakers came and got him as soon as the Visitor got here. I assume someone woke him up."
"Oh well." NiGHTS shrugged. He began floating on his back and playing his Dream Flute.
"Hey Owl!" NiGHTS yelled out.
Owl turned from the door he was about to head into.
"What is it my boy?"
"I'm the King of Lullabies." NiGHTS said. He began to play on his flue once again.
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Yamia: Tada! Chapter one! Woo~ lol. Anyway, chapter 2 is in the works, so I won't leave you all waiting for long. I just wish it didn't take this long to make cosplay. ^ ^;
Oh, and a note about the chapter title. If you guys are the NiGHTS fans you say your are, then you know when NiGHTS says "adima!", he's saying goodbye or so long in his dream language(NiGHTS into Dreams people). From now on, all the chapter titles will begin with adima(maybe).
Don't forget to leave a review(please do! don't just read and run! its illegal!) and see you next chapter!