"So would NiGHTS and Reala be part of your plan, Master? »

Fallen was bowed down before the God of Nightmares, very questioning about what would happen next. She had made her report as complete as possible so that Wizeman could take advantage of this valuable information.

He had to understand the personality of his prey at all costs, so that he could understand his fears, anxieties and anxieties as well as possible.

That way he would know which new cute ones to create.

"Nothing could be easier than to scare a child like this one. So these two will be perfect.
-I must confess that I don't understand your plan, Master.
-Let's wait for her to come to the Night Dimension, Fallen. I will explain everything later.
- Well, well...
-The 3rd levels will take care of stealing his Ideyas and giving him his worst nightmares. Just make sure that NiGHTS and Reala are there when she is with us.
-When do you plan to do this?
-Next night will be fine.
-Good, then I won't disappoint you Master.
-Oh and before you go... »

One of the hands approached the Nightmaren with two small purple orbs. Fallen stretched out her hands and the Lord placed them on her.

"What is this?
-Give them to NiGHTS and Reala. These pearls will enable me to keep an eye on their every move.
-Well, Master... »

Fallen thanked him again and hastened to find his two little disciples. After asking many of her fellow men, she finally found them at Dream Gate, in the middle of a discussion with Owl.

"Who did you just call "Old Timer"?! »

NiGHTS and Reala were laughing, over the moon :

"-Sure you do! Who else?
-Hou, I won't allow you! »

And they kept bothering him. Reala plucked one of his feathers while NiGHTS watched the poor owl's diary. Badly for her companion, Fallen cleared her throat while joining the trio, which had the effect of immediately stopping the two adelphs.

"I see that you have met each other...
-Met each other !? "Owl almost shouted.

Fallen let out a slight nervous laugh.

"I suppose?
-Hey Reala, how about trying to pluck his feathers out one by one? "NiGHTS asked, looking bad.

"I like the idea! »

Owl began to panic, so Fallen stood between his two disciples.

"You won't do anything at all, leave him alone...
-Keep your little friends away, Fallen. »

She sighed, probably embarrassed. There was a leaden silence for a few minutes. It was interrupted by a snap of his fingers, followed by a falsely honeyed voice:

" -Wouldn't the right-hand man like to introduce his "friend" to us more fully? »

The said right-hand man gave Reala an almost scornful look, and he smiled at herwith a smile that was almost charming.

"-NiGHTS, Reala, this is Owl. He is...the current guardian of Nightopia.
-Hmpf, I'm also the dean of the Night Dimension, little one. »

NiGHTS watched the owl from head to toe, decidedly determined to annoy him.

"-You, guardian of Nightopia? Well, there's something to worry about.
-I beg your pardon, you insolent little brat!?
-Oh excuse me grand duke...It seems I've made you angry.
-Yet it is clear that he is no match for our Master and his army. "added Reala.

Fallen couldn't manage to get in the way. She couldn't defend Owl, it would cost her. She suddenly remembered the two pearls that Wizeman had entrusted to her. So she hurriedly took them out and handed them to her disciples.

"What are they?" NiGHTS asked, looking carefully at the orb.

" -The Master asked me that you carry them. This way he will be able to spy on your every move.
-Hou...You can see the confidence he has in his subordinates. "Mumbled the old owl.

The two siblings didn't flinch and hung their orbs on their collars. They looked at each other for a moment, a petty look dominating their faces. Then they turned to their superior:

"-What do we do now? "NiGHTS asked, overflowing with confidence.

"Could you please go back to Nightmare? I have some things to take care of before I leave. »

Reala was the first to leave, followed by her comrade. Fallen turned around and saw that Owl was giving her big eyes.

"What else is Wizeman up to? Nothing good, I can feel it...
-I can't tell you anything, Owl. But I can tell you that you'll find out in a very short time... »

At these words, Fallen disappeared in a snap. Owl sighed and scribbled nervously in his diary.

"It's not fair, you promised me! PROMISE!
-Cassie I can't help it... »

Cassie had tears in her eyes and was out of control. Her mother felt guilty and didn't know what to do.

"Your father had some complications, is it my fault? ?
-Then why did you promise me!? You swore that I would see him !
-Cassie... »

She crossed her arms and sniffed between sobs.

"It's always the same anyway.
-The next time will be the right one, I assure you... »

Her mother tried to reassure her by caressing her arms, but she pushed her away violently before rushing down the stairs.

"You always say that! Stop lying! »

And she took refuge in her room, slamming the door as hard as she could.

"I hate them, hate them! "She shouted, kicking the door, before crying her eyes out.

"Why do you want children then, eh? »

With a gesture, she took her doll and hugged it in her arms. She started pacing back and forth, still sobbing.

"It's always the same, always, always, always! What's the point of having parents? Don't you agree, Dollina?"

She stood in front of her doll and took a higher voice:

"-Yes Cassie, I completely agree with you. »

She felt ridiculous, but after all no one was looking at her.

"You know...Mummy wants me to get rid of you...I'm tooold to have dolls apparently...
-Do you want to leave me?
-No of course not!
-I would never abandon you hihihi ! »

Cassie stopped her ride and sighed. She was reduced to talking to herself through her doll.

"I really need to think about growing up... »

She put her doll down and sat down on her desk, determined to put her nerves on a sheet of paper.

Fallen was outside, right outside her window. She felt all that negative aura emanating from the little one. Wizeman had done well to take action as soon as possible.

She had followed the whole scene that had taken place right in front of her eyes.

"Poor little thing... »