Prologue
Isn't it strange...
How sometimes you wake up and know you had a dream, but you can't remember it?
My name is Klonoa, but some people call me the Dream Traveller.
And recently, I've had what I believe to be one of my strangest dreams yet...
...And believe me, I have my reasons for thinking that.
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...Have you ever heard of a distant planet that rivals the stars themselves in its brightness and beauty?
...A planet with its own land of dreams, believe it or not.
...Of course, however, with every dream...
...Comes a nightmare.
...Well, I suppose that I wouldn't have been there at all if those nightmares didn't exist...
...But that isn't the point.
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...The point is, it almost feels like I shouldn't have been there. Like I didn't belong at all.
And yet, I was called there for some odd reason.
...Dream travelling is weird, heh.
Oh well...not like I can help it.
...Oh, right, I suppose I should have started from the beginning...
...For me, there's not much to tell, but I'll try anyways.
...Here goes...
This is "Klonoa And The Fountain Of Dreams."
Well, here it is. My very first story on this site. Granted, it may take a while (school sucks, and I'm lazy anyway) but I'll try my best to complete it and not abandon it like many of my other projects. I had a bit of trouble writing dialogue for this, so if you see anything I could improve, lemme know. Until the next chapter, ciao!