You freeze in place, "B-but NiGHTS told me you were..."

"Bad? Evil? A monster? I know what he calls me. But did you know that he's not who he seems?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean he's a nightmaren, just like me." He puts an emphasis on the last three words. You shake your head in disbelief, "No, no he's not... I've seen him... I've spent time with him, he's not evil!"

"Ah, but see, he's tricked you, visitor. Once he has you close enough to him he'll steal your Ideya in a heartbeat. That's our job, you know."

Reala's left hand rubs down your side now, running in-between your thighs. Jeez, this guy is one hell of a horndog. "...He's... not like that..." you mumble through clenched teeth; his prodding was beginning to get uncomfortable. "Oh?" he smiles widely, "But you don't know him like I know him." You begin to shiver as he rubs between your legs, his right hand still over your eye.

You moan, pressing into him. He tells you to close your eyes and you willingly obey, letting him take over you. You can hear the wind blowing through the trees, the heavy breathing of the man behind you, your own passionate moans as he gently continues to rub you through your pants. He can tell you've obviously never done this before and smirks. "I like you, visitor," he whispers, "You're... different." You reply with a gasp when you feel his cold hands touch your hips as they slip silently into your pants. He snickers, "Heh, I'm not all THAT bad, now am I?" You shake your head no, a blush creeping into your cheeks. "Just relax," he coos, hands reaching lower and lower...

"Wot's this?" you hear a hoarse voice squawk, "How long have I been out?"

Reala freezes, gasping. "No, not yet," he growls, jerking his claws from your pants, "He shouldn't be awake yet..." He quickly turns you around to face him and plants a kiss on your forehead. You see a smile grow on his face, a genuine smile. "Don't trust him," he warns. He hides your eyes with his hands, and when he lifts them up again, he's gone. Now you don't know who to believe.

Owl sees you and flies to you; he seems dizzy. "What happened," he asks, concerned, "Why are you here? Why was I unconscious?" You shrug, "I have no idea... I fell asleep and ended up here. Don't ask me why you were out though, I wouldn't know." Owl sighs. "I guess I should escort you back home then." You nod, following the scruffy bird back to the gate.

You hear a voice from above, "Wait!" You stop dead in your tracks, looking upwards. Sparkly dust falls from the sky and into your face; this time you don't wipe it away. The young man from yesterday steadily floats down from the sky, stoping in front of you. "W-wait... Alex... I..." You step closer to him, "What's wrong, NiGHTS?" He bows his head, staring at the ground. "I need to talk to you... Just for a second." You nod, "Of course NiGHTS, just tell me what's up."

The young man looks to Owl, his eyes sparkling with tears. Owl's face softens from its once wary look and he nods to NiGHTS. NiGHTS takes your hand, "Come on, follow me." He drags you back in to the plaza.

You see a bench near the door you entered into Nightopia and NiGHTS sits you upon it. He comes and sits down next to you; he lays a hand on your leg. "Tell me... D-did Reala... I mean my brother... Did he confront you?" You look away; you don't want to answer this.

"Y...yes. He did."

"What did he do to you?"

You slide away from NiGHTS, "Nothing, he didn't do anything to me... He's not a bad guy!" The young man looks at you, confused. He stutters; it looks like he doesn't know what to say.

"Oh Alex..." Great, now you've done it, it looks as if he's about to cry. You scoot back over to him and give him a hug, squeezing his midsection tightly. "Sorry I lashed out at you. I didn't mean it." He sighs, face turning a little red, "It's okay Alex, I just want to keep you safe... I don't want anything to happen to you." He looks straight at you with your arms still around him and kisses you. You let go of him, surprised, but he doesn't release. You close your eyes, falling into him; he places his hand on your shoulder, bringing you closer to him.

Seconds feel like hours right now, it's all so incredible, but eventually NiGHTS releases and leaves you reeling. He turns his back to you, embarrassed of his brash actions; you touch your lips, reveling in what just occurred. This place just keeps getting weirder and weirder.

You both jump a little as you hear a loud noise coming from across the plaza, similar to the creaking of a door and a beautiful harp being played. "A new door," NiGHTS gasps, perking up a little. "Come on, follow me! You received a new Ideya last night, remember?" You smile, relaxing a little, "Oh yeah, I forgot about that..." He takes your hand, "Lets go!" You nod and get up from the bench, "Alright."

Heh, funny how quickly he can forget about things.

While you're running, you begin to remember a few things from last night, including when you received the Ideya. Strangely enough, you can't remember what kind of Ideya it was. "Hey, NiGHTS," you ask, "What was the type of Ideya I got last night anyway?" He looks at you, and grins, "Oh, it was just the White Ideya of Purity."

You cough at the last word. Purity? Yeah right.

He takes you up to the door, "Alright, Alex, step inside." You take a look at him; his hands gesture eagerly at the door, his eyes twinkle with excitement. You put your hand on the doorknob, twist it and walk in.

"A desert world, wow..." You look around at your surroundings; it appears similar to what a kid throwing a bunch of toys in a sand box would look like. NiGHTS flies down beside you, "This is the Dream of Solitude, Alex." You continue observing the place, taking in the sights and...

Wait, where's the sound? It's so... Quiet.

"It's nice here and all, but where's the sound? Why is it so... Empty?" He looks at you, confused, "Didn't Owl tell you? Nightopia is a reflection of the heart; if it's lonely here, it means your heart is lonely." You clutch your chest; lonely? How strange... You certainly don't feel lonely.

You walk forward a few steps but stop when you hear NiGHTS scream. You look behind you, "NiGHTS!" you yell. The young man is flailing, stuck in a choke hold by none other than Reala himself. "Well hello again, Visitor," he speaks coldly, "I just thought I'd drop in and say... Hi."