Felix the Cat.

Road to Dreamscape.

Dreams are joyous

Dreams are wondrous

Dreams are dangerous

But dreams give hope…

Have you ever wished to travel to a world of fantastic proportions? Have you always wanted to see something you've never expected to find around the corner?

Dreams are one way to find fantastic worlds. Every time we sleep, our mind and soul is transported to this world. Letting us do what we want to do, go where we want to go, and be who we want to be. Dreams can be enchanting, extraordinary, and filled with colorful magic…

But they're also very dangerous…for not only are there dreams…there're also nightmares.

In the Great Writings, the great nightmare king, Serith, will harness the power of dreams and turn them into horrible nightmares. His powers are unmatched and fierce, and will stop at nothing to bring darkness, pain, and fear to the hearts of dreamers.

But when darkness spreads, hope shines light.

Also told in the Great Writings is a prophecy known as the Day of the Dark Kings Fall, where a hero from an unknown world comes to stop Serith and bring light to all of the dream world.

This hero…is Felix the Cat.

Who is Felix? Everyone should know who Felix is. He was once the most popular cartoon cat of the 1920's, but a certain mouse took the spotlight and Felix became a has been. Some have tried to bring him back to stardom, but with little results.

He has lost his fame, but was not forgotten.

Now you're probably wondering how a cartoon cat like Felix could ever stand up to the king of nightmares and the realm of dreams.

Well then, let's listen and find out…

A dark city, with only streetlamps and lights from windows illuminating the street, slinks under a full moon like dissolving, shileueted shapes in the darkness. The buildings look warped and bent like they were wacked by baseball bats. The road, filled with twisting cracks and eroded by rain, looks as though made of granite or lead. In the center of the road lies an old and aging well where the rope seems to be snapped and the bricks are faded of color.

All is quiet, not a sound to be heard… except for the sounds of clanging swords.

Suddenly, two humans appear from around a corner and hide in a shadowed alley. One appeared to be male, broad and mean-looking with spiked yellow hair and emerald green eyes. Wearing old and tanernd clothes along with a piece of armor protecting his right arm and shoulder. He carried a broadsword, made from bronze and covered with a gray handle and sharing a moonlight silver blade.

The other was female, long brown hair flowed from her head, with ocean blue eyes and a look of fear. Her clothes were more fixed than the boy's, and the sleeves and hem were tinted with brilliant gold. She also wore knee high boots that were dark green with brown, leather straps. Her weapon was a silver bow with white arrows exposed from her quiver.

"Stay low" the boy spoke with command.

Just as they ducked, a large black creature that resembled a wolf with long, swirled ears and small, yellow eyes searched for them. It looked left and right, but did not find them and ran off.

"Phew" said the girl "that was close."

"A little TOO close" remarked the boy "Let's head back to the tower."

As they jumped out from behind the trash can, they ran like cheetahs as they raced towards a tall tower that loomed over the city like a watching snake. It had a large, crooked chimney that emitted black smoke into the night sky. It also had an old, rickety staircase that looked like it was about to fall apart.

As they cautiously climbed the steps and entered the main room, there were a couple of tables with books, charms, test tubes, and other mysterious items. Sitting on a lone rug was an elderly man with a long gray beard and mustache. He was wearing a blue tunic and a pair of sirwal, along with black shoes that shone like obsidian. On his face was a pair of reading glasses that were gold and rounded.

The old man opened his eyes and kindly spoke to them.

"Ah, Shaylee and Jared, was the mission successful?"

"Well, a little close to dyeing, but we made it" said Shaylee.

Jared handed the old Wiseman a sapphire crystal, glowing with white light and making a sound that sounded like an angel's song.

"Grand Sage" said Jared "tell me again what we do with this thing?"

"It's simple Jared" the Grand Sage began to explain "this crystal is the same one as told in the Great Writings. This crystal will, if done right, bring the hero we need to stop Serith and his army of Dream Eaters, and because of your missions, we now have the right ingredients to do so."

"But how will we know he's the right hero" asked Shaylee.

"Well, we'll just have to see."

All three were busy creating the right settings for the spell. Shaylee took some purple leaves and threw them in a gold cauldron. Jared did the same, only he tossed a few green scales, obviously belonged to a green dragon. Then the Grand Sage tossed the sapphire crystal into the mixture.

A yellow puff erupted from the cauldron. It then morphed and twisted into a human shape and grew butterfly wings. It sprouted black hair and pink eyes, along with red lips and a white dress. On its wrists appeared golden bracelets, but it wore no shoes, so it was barefoot.

The cloud took the form of a female fairy.

The fairy grew to the size of a great dane before stepping onto the ground.

"Hello" the fairy said with the voice of a young girl "the name's Thimbleleena, at your service."

Thimbleleena made a quick bow.

"You've got to be kidding me" exclaimed Jared "how the hell is a fairy supposed to bring a hero here into Slumber City?!"

"Take it easy, handsome" said Thimbleleena "if you didn't know, fairies travel by mirror. We can easily travel to the Real Realm with ease. I'll just find him and pull him in here."

"And if he refuses?"

"Let's just say us fairies are excellent negotiators."

Jared scolded her and went off to find a mirror.

It was a few minuets when Jared came back with a six foot tall mirror that had a silver frame and placed it in the middle of the room.

Thimbleleena stood in front of it and spoke in fairy language.

"Oh great mirror, reveal to me the prophesied hero."

The mirror glowed a faint orange and its glass swirled with blue clouds.

"Well" said Thimbleleena "wish me luck."

Then the fairy jumped into the mirror, and disappeared from sight.

To be continued.