Chapter 2: But a Dream
Darkness. Loneliness. Then… voices. A trinity of voices. What were they? He didn't know. Kamron had been having these same dreams for weeks now. Always darkness, and a conversation between 3 unholy men.
A young child, innocent with an Old English accent "Should we help him?"
A gruff, cruel-sounding man, his voice as cold as ice "No, let him stay in the dark a little longer."
A nobleman with a dignified accent "I think it is time that we reveal things to him."
The cruel man again, "No! Morpheus… He does not need to know… yet."
The young child once again "Please, Morpheus, let's tell him. Don't listen to Icelus. I saw the shifter running from the Dark One. I think we can help him. PLEEAASE can we help him?"
The nobleman, Morpheus, "Yes, we will help him. All in good time, though. Most certainly not all at once. It would kill him to try to absorb the entire story in one night."
The gruff man, Icelus, snickered. "Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad idea, then."
"ICELUS!! I can't BELIEVE you would say such a thing," said the small one, known by his brothers as Phantasus.
"Oh, hush now, child. You know that your brother was only joking. We will show him now," said Morpheus.
Suddenly, the darkness of Kamron's dream gave way to a brilliant burst of light. Now, where there had been all blackness, there was all white, except for a figure approaching Kamron's dream self. It was a man, dressed in rich purple and green robes. This man had a small golden crown on his head, and looked as though he was a Handsome Prince brought out of one of the storybooks.
"Hello Kamron. I am Morpheus, prince of dreams. I bring dreams of men to you to help and guide. Do not be frightened by what you will see. They are only my brothers."
"Wha?" began Kamron, but he was interrupted by another burst of light. Suddenly, a large bison appeared next to the nobleman, and began hoofing the ground. The bison was strange in that its fur was silver, and that it had a diamond between its horns.
"This is…" began Morpheus, but the beast interrupted. "I am Icelus, and I bring dreams of beasts and birds."
Suddenly, the bison was no longer a bison, but an amazing, frightening phoenix, flying high above Morpheus's head.
"He's really not bad once you get to know him," said the nobleman.
Once again, there was a flash of light, and when the light faded, a bright star appeared. It was so bright that it even outshone the flaming phoenix.
"Hi Kamron!" said the burning ball of gas. "My name is Phantasus, and I bring dreams of objects, possessions, places, and anything these two don't." The star pointed (Kamron didn't understand how a star could point, but it did) at the Man and the Bull.
"You might recognize me better as this," said the star, before transforming into a tree stump. Kamron shook his head, his mouth hanging open as he gazed upon the three magnificent things that stood before him.
"Oh, you still don't? But you should! This tree stump has been following you for the past month!" This came from the man called Icelus, who was now an evil-looking bunny rabbit.
"Anyway," started Morpheus, "we are here to help you find yourself. And maybe in the process, you can help us."
"How can I help you?"
"None of your business," said the hell-bent bunny, before the others had a chance to reply.
Suddenly, the dream shifted into another.
Kamron was standing in an old alley, with rats scurrying across the ground. Kamron was about six feet tall in this dream, with long blonde hair, and brilliant green eyes, though his clothes were tattered and torn.
Dark clouds rolled in, and it began to rain. A man appeared. This man was similar to the nobleman, but yet, so completely different that there was absolutely no resemblance between the two. The man was rugged, and Kamron could tell that he was a bum who had spent all of his life on the streets, begging for his next meal. He was dressed in multicolored rags, and there was a tiredness to him that made one automatically feel sorry for him and the life that he led.
"Are you Morpheus?" asked Kamron.
"I'm just a homeless guy, retard," replied the man. "I don't know no friggin Morpheus."
The man pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and bent over, trying in vain to light it in the rain.
"Dumb friggin cigs," he said, before throwing the cigarette into a drainpipe. "Walk with me."
They began to walk out of the alleyway, watching the poor people and beggars try to make some sort of housing out of boxes, to protect them from the rain.
"You're a Shifter," said the man.
"A what?" This comment took Kamron off guard.
"You're a Shifter. A shape shifter. A Were. An Oni. A Lochi. Call it whatever you want."
"I don't understand."
"You're in denial. Don't you find it odd that you're appearance is constantly changing? Haven't you ever looked in a mirror?"
"No, now that I think about it. I've never looked in a mirror, because… it's just never seemed important to me."
"You're a strange one, kid. Just listen to me, if this guy named Siete offers you any help, don't take it from 'em. He's not a git you wanna mess with."
The man, started to walk away, right into the street. A car was heading straight for him.
"But wait! What's your name? What does Oni mean??" Kamron saw the car.
"Call me Bob," said the man.
"WATCH OUT FOR THAT…"
Kamron awoke, sopping with sweat, in a bed that was not his.
Darkness. Loneliness. Then… voices. A trinity of voices. What were they? He didn't know. Kamron had been having these same dreams for weeks now. Always darkness, and a conversation between 3 unholy men.
A young child, innocent with an Old English accent "Should we help him?"
A gruff, cruel-sounding man, his voice as cold as ice "No, let him stay in the dark a little longer."
A nobleman with a dignified accent "I think it is time that we reveal things to him."
The cruel man again, "No! Morpheus… He does not need to know… yet."
The young child once again "Please, Morpheus, let's tell him. Don't listen to Icelus. I saw the shifter running from the Dark One. I think we can help him. PLEEAASE can we help him?"
The nobleman, Morpheus, "Yes, we will help him. All in good time, though. Most certainly not all at once. It would kill him to try to absorb the entire story in one night."
The gruff man, Icelus, snickered. "Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad idea, then."
"ICELUS!! I can't BELIEVE you would say such a thing," said the small one, known by his brothers as Phantasus.
"Oh, hush now, child. You know that your brother was only joking. We will show him now," said Morpheus.
Suddenly, the darkness of Kamron's dream gave way to a brilliant burst of light. Now, where there had been all blackness, there was all white, except for a figure approaching Kamron's dream self. It was a man, dressed in rich purple and green robes. This man had a small golden crown on his head, and looked as though he was a Handsome Prince brought out of one of the storybooks.
"Hello Kamron. I am Morpheus, prince of dreams. I bring dreams of men to you to help and guide. Do not be frightened by what you will see. They are only my brothers."
"Wha?" began Kamron, but he was interrupted by another burst of light. Suddenly, a large bison appeared next to the nobleman, and began hoofing the ground. The bison was strange in that its fur was silver, and that it had a diamond between its horns.
"This is…" began Morpheus, but the beast interrupted. "I am Icelus, and I bring dreams of beasts and birds."
Suddenly, the bison was no longer a bison, but an amazing, frightening phoenix, flying high above Morpheus's head.
"He's really not bad once you get to know him," said the nobleman.
Once again, there was a flash of light, and when the light faded, a bright star appeared. It was so bright that it even outshone the flaming phoenix.
"Hi Kamron!" said the burning ball of gas. "My name is Phantasus, and I bring dreams of objects, possessions, places, and anything these two don't." The star pointed (Kamron didn't understand how a star could point, but it did) at the Man and the Bull.
"You might recognize me better as this," said the star, before transforming into a tree stump. Kamron shook his head, his mouth hanging open as he gazed upon the three magnificent things that stood before him.
"Oh, you still don't? But you should! This tree stump has been following you for the past month!" This came from the man called Icelus, who was now an evil-looking bunny rabbit.
"Anyway," started Morpheus, "we are here to help you find yourself. And maybe in the process, you can help us."
"How can I help you?"
"None of your business," said the hell-bent bunny, before the others had a chance to reply.
Suddenly, the dream shifted into another.
Kamron was standing in an old alley, with rats scurrying across the ground. Kamron was about six feet tall in this dream, with long blonde hair, and brilliant green eyes, though his clothes were tattered and torn.
Dark clouds rolled in, and it began to rain. A man appeared. This man was similar to the nobleman, but yet, so completely different that there was absolutely no resemblance between the two. The man was rugged, and Kamron could tell that he was a bum who had spent all of his life on the streets, begging for his next meal. He was dressed in multicolored rags, and there was a tiredness to him that made one automatically feel sorry for him and the life that he led.
"Are you Morpheus?" asked Kamron.
"I'm just a homeless guy, retard," replied the man. "I don't know no friggin Morpheus."
The man pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and bent over, trying in vain to light it in the rain.
"Dumb friggin cigs," he said, before throwing the cigarette into a drainpipe. "Walk with me."
They began to walk out of the alleyway, watching the poor people and beggars try to make some sort of housing out of boxes, to protect them from the rain.
"You're a Shifter," said the man.
"A what?" This comment took Kamron off guard.
"You're a Shifter. A shape shifter. A Were. An Oni. A Lochi. Call it whatever you want."
"I don't understand."
"You're in denial. Don't you find it odd that you're appearance is constantly changing? Haven't you ever looked in a mirror?"
"No, now that I think about it. I've never looked in a mirror, because… it's just never seemed important to me."
"You're a strange one, kid. Just listen to me, if this guy named Siete offers you any help, don't take it from 'em. He's not a git you wanna mess with."
The man, started to walk away, right into the street. A car was heading straight for him.
"But wait! What's your name? What does Oni mean??" Kamron saw the car.
"Call me Bob," said the man.
"WATCH OUT FOR THAT…"
Kamron awoke, sopping with sweat, in a bed that was not his.