Jessamy Cole had been a young girl who had been forced to grow up too fast and was going to die too young. Orphaned young and homeless on the streets, she had little chance of avoiding the illness that was spreading like wildfire amongst the population. As she laid on a cot in one of the buildings they kept all the sick people, she knew she was nearing the end. She had little strength left and spent most of her time asleep, but that was just how she liked it. In her dreams she was flying free, soaring above the trees. Not in pain or worrying about where her next meal was coming from. It was a peace she had never known in her waking life. The only thing that was missing was that she had nobody with her, the lack of companionship felt wrong. She constantly woke feeling like she was meant to be flying somewhere, to somebody important.

One night Jessamy awoke from the same dream only to see a black woman sitting beside her, despite having never seen this woman before Jessamy knew who she was immediately.

"I am dead."

"Yes." The woman, Death, for who else could it be, replied. Jessamy merely nodded in acceptance before swinging her legs over the edge of the bed to sit up. Looking up at the woman who had surprisingly warm eyes she felt the courage to ask her question.

"Wherever I go, will it be like my dreams?" The woman blinked at her in confusion before tilting her head, seemingly considering her question.

"What are your dreams like?" Death asked. As Jessamy explained to a surprisingly patient Death who nodded as if something had been confirmed for her.

"It seems you are destined for a fate that is not the afterlife, you are destined for The Dreaming." Death explained. As Death explained The Dreaming and her brother Dream of The Endless, Jessamy felt hope begin to swell in her chest. If she indeed was fated to go to this place, then maybe this is where she had always been trying to go in her dreams. Dream of the Endless had been calling her to his side.

However, she thought to herself, what if he hadn't been. What if he didn't want her as a companion. Biting her lip as the very thought caused hurt to pang in her chest.

"Will he want me?" Jessamy asked suddenly, interupting Death's explanation of Dream's Ravens. Death blinked at her before smiling in reassurance, reaching out to place her had on Jessamy's.

"My brother has cherished each and every one of his Ravens. They are his constant companion, he is rarely seen without his Raven at his side." Death explained. "He would want you as his Raven."

Death stood and held out her hand. "Shall we?"

Jessamy could do nothing but reach out and take Death's hand.

A bright light flashed before her closed eyes and a strange sensation covered her body. When she opened her eyes, she was standing outside a gigantic wall with strange figures carved into it. Death crouched beside her now raven body and held out her hand for her to perch on. Stepping onto it, Death rose to her feet.

"Dream's castle is beyond this gate, at the very centre of The Dreaming. Your instinct will guide you to him." Death told her as she gently stroked her finger down Jessamy's glossy feathers. "Live well Jessamy Cole and give my brother my regards."

Death gave Jessamy a boost into the air, flapping her new wings, Jessamy gave a final caw of farewell before turning to fly over the wall.

As she flew over The Dreaming towards the large palace she could see in the distance, she was surprised yet pleased to notice that The Dreaming was almost identical to her dreams. Reaching the palace she followed a tug in her chest into its depths. Through the twisting corridors she flew, until she came upon a door that opened for her. Inside she found a large library filled to the brim with more books than she had ever seen in her life.

Finally, she saw the man, the being her heart had led her to. Pale skin, dark wispy hair, and black clothing covered his form as he leaned over a book on the table in front of him. At his side stood a black woman in a suit with pointed ears. The woman looked up at the sound of her wings and gasped. Causing Dream of the Endless to look up as well as Jessamy landed on the back of a chair.

Jessamy couldn't contain a delighted caw of greeting, before flapping her wings to hop onto the table. Spreading her wings out to the side and dipping her head she greeted the being she hoped to serve.

"Hello my Lord." Looking back up at her Master, she happily noted that he did indeed seem pleased with her sudden appearance.

"Your name?" Dream asked, causing a dleighted shiver to race through her at the sound of his voice.

"Jessamy, my Lord." She replied as he hummed in acceptance of the answer. Silently, he held out his arm for her to perch on, which she did so happily.

"Welcome then, Jessamy, to The Dreaming." Her Lord welcomed as she quickly climbed further up his arm to sit on his shoulder.

"Thank you, my Lord."

"You are most welcome My Raven."

First chapter! I loved Jessamy immediately and the show did her dirty so there will likely be a few stories with her in them. Starting with the moment they met felt right. There will be stories about the first episode following this one, mostly Fix-It style because fuck the fish bowl. Once again I make no promises for consistency or quality but I do hope you enjoy the series