It was a quiet day in Nightopia. The birds were chirping in Spring Valley and the sun was smiling. It was peaceful. Nightopians would sing without a care in the world. Nothing could ever break the joy of all the peace that was in the land. No one would ever take this peace away. One could fly in the endless sky without a care in the world. A certain purple jester was doing just that.
"Ahhhh….Its wonderful to be like this, no nightmarens to fight, no dreamers to help, no nightopians to calm."
"Everything is so wonderful now that Wizeman is gone!"
Those were the jester's thoughts as she landed one foot above the ground and played her flute. Nightopians soon came and joined her, they sang to the melody of peace and calm. No one would ever take it away. The harmony sounded everywhere in the land and everyone was happy. NiGHTS finished her melody and put away her flute of dreams. The Nightopians cheered and NiGHTS bowed. She smiled "the nightmarens will never attacks us again…" as she started to fly again that thought had crossed her mind.
In Nightmare things were quite different.
A red and black nightmaren sat on a throne in a room that could only belong to him. The room was made to his liking and always made him feel comfortable, though it would never do so again. Reala had failed his master, now he was dead and not coming back. He had absolutely no idea what to do after he had realized that fact. No nightmarens knew what to do, no one knew how to act. Reala never knew how much he had lost curtesy of Wizeman. Reala wasn't sure weather to be happy or angry.
"What will we do now? Continuing to steal ideya is pointless…continuing to fight NiGHTS is suicide and trying to suck out power out of those pigs is just a waste of time"
"Everything is so confusing now that Wizeman is dead!"
Those were the nightmaren's thoughts as he rose from his throne and flew to the lunch hall. Soon other nightmarens joined him, they all ate quietly, the stillness represented that agonizing pain of being lost. It would never leave. Everywhere was engulfed in that feeling no one could escape. Reala finished his food and left the room. Some nightmarens still bowed in his presence but he ignored them. He frowned "Wizeman will never complete his goal…" as he sat down in his throne again that thought crossed his mind.
It was late, in the border between Nightopia and Nightmare or as two certain nightmare call it, the border between NiGHTS and Reala. NiGHTS sat on a tree that looked beautiful and had sakuras while Reala sat in a tree that looked dead and lifeless. The two were facing each other. They both had that look. They were lost in each other's eyes reading every emotion on them. The two got up and stood face to face on the border. "What are you doing here? "
Silence filled the air, their hands connected and the answers were given. NiGHTS smiled and Reala frowned. They both had the same feeling of being lost yet found. They stared at each other deeply in the eyes. They were inches apart. They started getting closer and closer not leaving each other for a second. The feeling was coming again and they were unable to leave finally the two connected.
They kissed.