A/N: Hello. It's been a long time since I've uploaded anything on here. This is something I wrote a long time ago and thought I would share it with you. This first chapter is rather short, i am aware of that, however it is written that way on purpose. I plan on adding two more (short) chapters in the next couple of days.. it just depends. Anyways.. let me know what you think!
1. The Beginning of Constant Dreams
A cloaked figure is standing upon the tallest hill in an empty field. The wind is blowing gently around their face. Surrounding this hill, the empty field has been burnt to ashes. They stand waiting, watching for a visitor. They can see them, their visitor, slowly wandering their way towards their hill, through the ash, lifting it with their feet. As they reach the bottom of the hill, the visitor hesitates. The figure upon the top of the hill doesn't seem worried. They know their visitor will come.
As the visitor reaches the top of the hill, the cloaked figure turns and smiles, a sly yet happy smile. The visitor opens their mouth to speak but is stopped by the cloaked figure. The cloaked figure raises his hand and begins to speak.
"There is a world, this world, beyond the one you live in, a realm that many seek but never find. Those who seek it, in your world, are sometimes viewed as insane or out of their minds. But they aren't, it exists and you… you need to save it. But how? Why? Do you ask? Because it holds the answers that you seek… the answers to many questions, hopes and dreams. In this world all your dreams could become a reality, or, they could fall in a heap on the floor in your world. It is your choice. Find my world and all the answers you need or face losing everything in your world. It can help your future. Your biggest battle is yet to begin; yes I know your secrets… all of them… Aren't you curious? Where is this wonderful place I claim you need? Don't you want to know…?"
"I don't know… where would I even start?" the visitor answered, unsure.
"Where? On the other side…"
Jumping the visitor wakes to find themself in their bedroom, no hill, no ash, no cloaked figure. They stand and approach their door leaving the dream behind.