DreamWeaver
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DISCLAIMER: The Elm street series and Freddy do not belong to me in any way. Darren and Sancia do. Darren is free for use but Sancia may end up in a another fic so cannot.
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Part two
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Darren sat nervously while Sancia had disappeared outside. He was nervous as hell, figuratively speaking of course. Facing up to the monster that had steadily gotten closer to finishing him was a big task. For days he had been afraid to go to sleep knowing he may well not wake up the next time. He knew he could no longer stay awake, his face etching those nights of somnambulist terror and weary self induced insomnia was testament to that. In the end, he realised, he had no choice but to accept the aid given to him by the stranger or face his eventual death.
Sancia came in while Darren was considering the alternatives and waited patiently. She knew he was hesitant about the whole process and she hoped he would trust her for the task ahead, after all they had only met a few hours ago. Darren raised his head to look at her and his eyes held a terrible certainty about them and she could but only give him a weak grin in return, she could only prove herself in action, words were meaningless at the moment.
" I have what I need, " Sancia said pleasantly, all the chipper cheerfulness she had shown on first meeting him hidden below the surface of her calm exterior. It would not do any good coming into this appearing as if she was going to a funfair, although for her this was considerably easier then for him.
" What..... happens.. now?."
"Just be a little patient, OK? I am fully skilled in this matter, there is no need to panic." Inwardly she winced, she sounded like an air stewardess. Darren merely nodded, nerves keeping him at bay. Sancia was glad, it made things a little easier then with him freaking out.
Sancia hefted her bag from over her shoulder and placed it on the carpet in front of Darren. The bag was made of brown leather and appeared quite old and tatty, a rusty bronze zip stretched across the top. It was almost like a carpet bag. He watched it curiously. This was Sancia's bag of tricks where she kept her most valuable stuff and held what she needed for this moment.
"What's in there?"
" The essentials. I need something to gain entry into your dreams. Very powerful too."
Sancia pulled back the zip and reached inside, her face a mask of absolute seriousness and she rustled through the contents. Darren looked on, his fear reverting to curiosity.
" AHA!"
Sancia allowed herself a grin as she put her hand on the item she was after. Within the bag she pulled out what appeared to be an amulet. It was large, barely fitting in her hand and rather more ordinary then expected. The design on its flat surface held a tree with wide branches and just beneath a single eye. A rope knot design encircled the outside of the amulet. It looked to be quite heavy and the metal on it was either bronze or gold and was unmarked with any scratches. The amulet hung from a thick linked chain made of similar metal but to Darren it looked newer. As it swung on the chain Darren noticed the other side and what appeared to be some form of ancient writing far beyond his ability to translate. He raised an eyebrow questioningly.
" Oh that. The language I believe is a variation of Latin. No one has been able to discover what it means though, not even those proficient in Latin, they are the ones however who say it is alike. It does not matter what it says anyway, I know how to use it. "
She paused for breath.
" It is called in limited circles the Dreamweaver. It is what is going to help me get into your dreams. As to the picture, well,. the tree is guessed as Yggdrasil or the world-tree in Nordic myth, though this is supposedly much older then the tales. The eye has had many suggestions, from the eye of god, or the eye of the devil. Or from the Nordic myth again, the eye of Odin. My guess is it has to do with self, the dream eye, after all it is called the Dreamweaver. "
Sancia stood from where she was kneeling and removed her jacket. Underneath Darren noticed she had on another amulet around her neck. He knew this one. It was called an ankh and was Egyptian in origin. A symbol was etched on it, which if Darren knew, he would have recognised the rune symbol for Daeg, meaning creating opportunities. Sancia noticed his interest in it but chose not to comment. Instead she raised the Dreamweaver over her head and settled it around her neck with the ankh.
" All that is left to do is for you to get to sleep."
Darren's fears rushed back into his body and he shuddered as they settled in his bones.
" It is the only way "
Sancia tried to placate him.
Daren had no idea how he was going to get to sleep, the fear of facing Freddie would keep him awake for ever, or near enough. He mumbled under his breath about the impossibilities of the task. Sancia was still able to pick it up despite now sitting at the opposite end of the room.
" Only if you don't try "
How did she hear him? Darren thought. She had the ears of a hawk.
Sancia simply came over, grabbed him by the elbow and practically dragged him towards the stairs. Darren realised the futility and pointlessness of delaying it any longer, so sighed deeply before walking of his own volition.
Minutes later he now sat on his bed eyeing Sancia suspiciously having more doubts about her credentials. He could be going to sleep just for her to have the opportunity to steal or murder him. Of course the alternative was facing that monster alone and he finally gave up that ghost so as to face the real one.
Darren lay back down and gave Sancia a questioning look.
" It is rather simple. All I have to do is have some sort of physical contact with you when you go to sleep. "
Darren leaned on one elbow.
" Is that it?"
Sancia chuckled.
" Of course. As simple as that. Well that is the only part you need to know anyway. Don't worry about the rest, its just a load of mumble jumble, um, recited in my head. You know, just a few ritualistic words. "
Darren just wanted this over and did not ask further, after all Sancia had pretty much said she would not elaborate. He rested his head against the pillow and began to concentrate on getting to sleep. Sancia looked on in silence then put a tentative hand on his own, Darren reflexed but did little else. It was all a matter of waiting now.
The ticking of the clock was distracting Darren like crazy. Earlier that night it had seemed a god send to keeping away the sleep his body craved. Now it was an infernal nuisance. He considered getting up to stop it then re-thought that idea, it was a waste of energy. He turned his head slightly to get a better look at Sancia and blinked. She sat in the chair she had pulled up next to his bed and had her eyes closed, her breathing very slight. Darren had a sense of deja-vu. She did not react to his blatant staring. That always gave him the shivers if anyone did it to him.
Darren shook his hand a little to gain her attention instead of speaking, for some reason he felt creepy speaking out in the stale room. Sancia did not give any indication she felt his movements. Darren tried again this time a little harder yet there was still nothing. Getting concerned now he sat up on the bed and removed his hand from her grasp. Sancia's eyes bolted open and looked directly into his. A millenia of time appeared to pass between them. Darren's heart was having a marathon all by itself, a long, long marathon.
" Ah. Asleep I see "
" Actually I haven't gotten........."
" Nonsense. In Freddie's dreams you rarely if ever feel the transition from wakefulness and sleep. It's all to do with confusing and diverging the sleeper into a false sense of comfort. Besides which the dreaming stage and being awake kind of converge in this situation. "
" You mean where here? "
Sancia shook her head in mock exasperation. Did she not just say that?
" Yes " It was not worth getting complicated.
Seconds later.
Too late, she thought.
" I thought you were asleep instead. "
" No you had to be under first before I could join you after all this is your dream not mine. I have to wait until your ready. "
Each sat still for some time.
" What now? " Darren broke the ice.
" The next thing is to find the bastard. eh? "
" Then what? "
Darren was nervous again. The only thing that Sancia had brought with her when she entered his house was the amulet which was no longer around her neck with the ankh. He did not see any other items that were supposed to help them defeat Krueger.
" I will deal with that of course."
This did not help at all. Then another darker thought from his wiser side came up.
" How do we find him? "
Darren was preparing himself for the answer he was expecting. Sancia did not disappoint.
" Bait "
That one word sent tremors running through him. He knew she was going to say that but it did not feel elated at knowing the fact.
" Don't panic so. I assure you, you are quite safe with me just don't run off and everything will be fine. There is a secret to dealing with dreams like this and I must say I am an expert on it. It is all a matter of taking control. "
" How do you do that?"
" With lots of practice and a keen imagination. Of course imagination could back fire on you . Krueger could bend it to his advantage. "
" Are you sure you can defeat him?"
" No doubts! "
Darren took that with a dose of salt. His inner sensibility screaming we're doomed did not improve matters any. It was supposed to be his more mature and calm side. Which said very little about the rest of him. Sancia's voice boomed and Darren's own inner voices faded in comparison.
" Enough talking time for action. Get up we're going Freddie hunting."
Sancia rose seemingly from air and strode in wide sure steps towards the door. Fear of being on his own urged Darren to follow.
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Yggdrasil/world-tree is really from nordic myth (it is not made up). The eye is also real and the connection with Odin is one of many but the one most closly linked with the world-tree. The rune is from fact too.
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DISCLAIMER: The Elm street series and Freddy do not belong to me in any way. Darren and Sancia do. Darren is free for use but Sancia may end up in a another fic so cannot.
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Part two
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.
.
Darren sat nervously while Sancia had disappeared outside. He was nervous as hell, figuratively speaking of course. Facing up to the monster that had steadily gotten closer to finishing him was a big task. For days he had been afraid to go to sleep knowing he may well not wake up the next time. He knew he could no longer stay awake, his face etching those nights of somnambulist terror and weary self induced insomnia was testament to that. In the end, he realised, he had no choice but to accept the aid given to him by the stranger or face his eventual death.
Sancia came in while Darren was considering the alternatives and waited patiently. She knew he was hesitant about the whole process and she hoped he would trust her for the task ahead, after all they had only met a few hours ago. Darren raised his head to look at her and his eyes held a terrible certainty about them and she could but only give him a weak grin in return, she could only prove herself in action, words were meaningless at the moment.
" I have what I need, " Sancia said pleasantly, all the chipper cheerfulness she had shown on first meeting him hidden below the surface of her calm exterior. It would not do any good coming into this appearing as if she was going to a funfair, although for her this was considerably easier then for him.
" What..... happens.. now?."
"Just be a little patient, OK? I am fully skilled in this matter, there is no need to panic." Inwardly she winced, she sounded like an air stewardess. Darren merely nodded, nerves keeping him at bay. Sancia was glad, it made things a little easier then with him freaking out.
Sancia hefted her bag from over her shoulder and placed it on the carpet in front of Darren. The bag was made of brown leather and appeared quite old and tatty, a rusty bronze zip stretched across the top. It was almost like a carpet bag. He watched it curiously. This was Sancia's bag of tricks where she kept her most valuable stuff and held what she needed for this moment.
"What's in there?"
" The essentials. I need something to gain entry into your dreams. Very powerful too."
Sancia pulled back the zip and reached inside, her face a mask of absolute seriousness and she rustled through the contents. Darren looked on, his fear reverting to curiosity.
" AHA!"
Sancia allowed herself a grin as she put her hand on the item she was after. Within the bag she pulled out what appeared to be an amulet. It was large, barely fitting in her hand and rather more ordinary then expected. The design on its flat surface held a tree with wide branches and just beneath a single eye. A rope knot design encircled the outside of the amulet. It looked to be quite heavy and the metal on it was either bronze or gold and was unmarked with any scratches. The amulet hung from a thick linked chain made of similar metal but to Darren it looked newer. As it swung on the chain Darren noticed the other side and what appeared to be some form of ancient writing far beyond his ability to translate. He raised an eyebrow questioningly.
" Oh that. The language I believe is a variation of Latin. No one has been able to discover what it means though, not even those proficient in Latin, they are the ones however who say it is alike. It does not matter what it says anyway, I know how to use it. "
She paused for breath.
" It is called in limited circles the Dreamweaver. It is what is going to help me get into your dreams. As to the picture, well,. the tree is guessed as Yggdrasil or the world-tree in Nordic myth, though this is supposedly much older then the tales. The eye has had many suggestions, from the eye of god, or the eye of the devil. Or from the Nordic myth again, the eye of Odin. My guess is it has to do with self, the dream eye, after all it is called the Dreamweaver. "
Sancia stood from where she was kneeling and removed her jacket. Underneath Darren noticed she had on another amulet around her neck. He knew this one. It was called an ankh and was Egyptian in origin. A symbol was etched on it, which if Darren knew, he would have recognised the rune symbol for Daeg, meaning creating opportunities. Sancia noticed his interest in it but chose not to comment. Instead she raised the Dreamweaver over her head and settled it around her neck with the ankh.
" All that is left to do is for you to get to sleep."
Darren's fears rushed back into his body and he shuddered as they settled in his bones.
" It is the only way "
Sancia tried to placate him.
Daren had no idea how he was going to get to sleep, the fear of facing Freddie would keep him awake for ever, or near enough. He mumbled under his breath about the impossibilities of the task. Sancia was still able to pick it up despite now sitting at the opposite end of the room.
" Only if you don't try "
How did she hear him? Darren thought. She had the ears of a hawk.
Sancia simply came over, grabbed him by the elbow and practically dragged him towards the stairs. Darren realised the futility and pointlessness of delaying it any longer, so sighed deeply before walking of his own volition.
Minutes later he now sat on his bed eyeing Sancia suspiciously having more doubts about her credentials. He could be going to sleep just for her to have the opportunity to steal or murder him. Of course the alternative was facing that monster alone and he finally gave up that ghost so as to face the real one.
Darren lay back down and gave Sancia a questioning look.
" It is rather simple. All I have to do is have some sort of physical contact with you when you go to sleep. "
Darren leaned on one elbow.
" Is that it?"
Sancia chuckled.
" Of course. As simple as that. Well that is the only part you need to know anyway. Don't worry about the rest, its just a load of mumble jumble, um, recited in my head. You know, just a few ritualistic words. "
Darren just wanted this over and did not ask further, after all Sancia had pretty much said she would not elaborate. He rested his head against the pillow and began to concentrate on getting to sleep. Sancia looked on in silence then put a tentative hand on his own, Darren reflexed but did little else. It was all a matter of waiting now.
The ticking of the clock was distracting Darren like crazy. Earlier that night it had seemed a god send to keeping away the sleep his body craved. Now it was an infernal nuisance. He considered getting up to stop it then re-thought that idea, it was a waste of energy. He turned his head slightly to get a better look at Sancia and blinked. She sat in the chair she had pulled up next to his bed and had her eyes closed, her breathing very slight. Darren had a sense of deja-vu. She did not react to his blatant staring. That always gave him the shivers if anyone did it to him.
Darren shook his hand a little to gain her attention instead of speaking, for some reason he felt creepy speaking out in the stale room. Sancia did not give any indication she felt his movements. Darren tried again this time a little harder yet there was still nothing. Getting concerned now he sat up on the bed and removed his hand from her grasp. Sancia's eyes bolted open and looked directly into his. A millenia of time appeared to pass between them. Darren's heart was having a marathon all by itself, a long, long marathon.
" Ah. Asleep I see "
" Actually I haven't gotten........."
" Nonsense. In Freddie's dreams you rarely if ever feel the transition from wakefulness and sleep. It's all to do with confusing and diverging the sleeper into a false sense of comfort. Besides which the dreaming stage and being awake kind of converge in this situation. "
" You mean where here? "
Sancia shook her head in mock exasperation. Did she not just say that?
" Yes " It was not worth getting complicated.
Seconds later.
Too late, she thought.
" I thought you were asleep instead. "
" No you had to be under first before I could join you after all this is your dream not mine. I have to wait until your ready. "
Each sat still for some time.
" What now? " Darren broke the ice.
" The next thing is to find the bastard. eh? "
" Then what? "
Darren was nervous again. The only thing that Sancia had brought with her when she entered his house was the amulet which was no longer around her neck with the ankh. He did not see any other items that were supposed to help them defeat Krueger.
" I will deal with that of course."
This did not help at all. Then another darker thought from his wiser side came up.
" How do we find him? "
Darren was preparing himself for the answer he was expecting. Sancia did not disappoint.
" Bait "
That one word sent tremors running through him. He knew she was going to say that but it did not feel elated at knowing the fact.
" Don't panic so. I assure you, you are quite safe with me just don't run off and everything will be fine. There is a secret to dealing with dreams like this and I must say I am an expert on it. It is all a matter of taking control. "
" How do you do that?"
" With lots of practice and a keen imagination. Of course imagination could back fire on you . Krueger could bend it to his advantage. "
" Are you sure you can defeat him?"
" No doubts! "
Darren took that with a dose of salt. His inner sensibility screaming we're doomed did not improve matters any. It was supposed to be his more mature and calm side. Which said very little about the rest of him. Sancia's voice boomed and Darren's own inner voices faded in comparison.
" Enough talking time for action. Get up we're going Freddie hunting."
Sancia rose seemingly from air and strode in wide sure steps towards the door. Fear of being on his own urged Darren to follow.
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Yggdrasil/world-tree is really from nordic myth (it is not made up). The eye is also real and the connection with Odin is one of many but the one most closly linked with the world-tree. The rune is from fact too.