A Warm Feeling~ chapter 7
Reala had alot to deal with. There was a persistant nagging in his mind, but he didn't intend to give into it. Those thoughts could tug at his heart all they wanted; he could hardly feel them. Ice hasn't any emotion. But though Reala's heart was like ice, cold as the worst blizzard in Frozen Bell, colder than the color of blue his eyes were, he could still feel warmth. On those winter days when you come home from sledding, with your hands nice and numb from the snow, though you can hardly feel a thing, you can feel the warmth of the furnace as the cold begins to leave. However, if you go back outside again before the numbness has gone, your hands are sure to go completely numb again...
This was how it was with Reala's heart. Cold and cruel. NiGHTS could just begin to melt it, but before all the iciness left, something happened and Reala would be forced into being cruel again. There was no way to win, but he didn't care. The little thoughts he had about things like that didn't matter to him.
Reala leaned himself casually against part of the scenery. Stick Canyon was quiet at the moment, but soon a dreamer or two would enter and he would begin his job anew from the previous 'night'. Ah, Ideya were such a fun thing to take; you got to see the saddened, hurt and surprised expressions of the poor dreamers as they faded from Nightopia. That was Reala's favorite part.
Soon a little boy skipped his way into the dream. He had messy dark hair and nearly the same color of eyes as NiGHTS. Reala swooped over, his gold star trail shimmering out behind him. "You haven't any idea how I love my job," Reala said quietly to the child, although he knew quite well that humans did not understand the language of nightmaren. The Ideya floating around the boy were snatched up in Reala's golden claws, and with a look of shock and sadness, the boy they'd come from disappeared from nightopia.
Reala smiled in the cold crual fashion he normally did. "Ah...the joys of being a nightmaren..."
Reala had alot to deal with. There was a persistant nagging in his mind, but he didn't intend to give into it. Those thoughts could tug at his heart all they wanted; he could hardly feel them. Ice hasn't any emotion. But though Reala's heart was like ice, cold as the worst blizzard in Frozen Bell, colder than the color of blue his eyes were, he could still feel warmth. On those winter days when you come home from sledding, with your hands nice and numb from the snow, though you can hardly feel a thing, you can feel the warmth of the furnace as the cold begins to leave. However, if you go back outside again before the numbness has gone, your hands are sure to go completely numb again...
This was how it was with Reala's heart. Cold and cruel. NiGHTS could just begin to melt it, but before all the iciness left, something happened and Reala would be forced into being cruel again. There was no way to win, but he didn't care. The little thoughts he had about things like that didn't matter to him.
Reala leaned himself casually against part of the scenery. Stick Canyon was quiet at the moment, but soon a dreamer or two would enter and he would begin his job anew from the previous 'night'. Ah, Ideya were such a fun thing to take; you got to see the saddened, hurt and surprised expressions of the poor dreamers as they faded from Nightopia. That was Reala's favorite part.
Soon a little boy skipped his way into the dream. He had messy dark hair and nearly the same color of eyes as NiGHTS. Reala swooped over, his gold star trail shimmering out behind him. "You haven't any idea how I love my job," Reala said quietly to the child, although he knew quite well that humans did not understand the language of nightmaren. The Ideya floating around the boy were snatched up in Reala's golden claws, and with a look of shock and sadness, the boy they'd come from disappeared from nightopia.
Reala smiled in the cold crual fashion he normally did. "Ah...the joys of being a nightmaren..."