Dreamweaver
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Elm street Franchise or the main protagonist Freddy Krueger. Darren is mine but open for anyone to interpret for themselves and Sancia also but she is still reserved for my own personal use. The dreamweaver is also from my imagination although possibly actually real so I am not retaining the rights to it. In other words use it if you wish. See my Author Notes at the bottom for a little more. Includes some further information about the story not included within the story.
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Epilogue
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Darren found himself in a lighted void. His body feeling far distant and detached from his mind. Not even the sense of any presence other then himself could he feel. Sancia had vanished in the mist of brightness. Krueger lost in what seemed like an age before, in another lifetime.
Darren certainly did not fell as he had before. The fear, the terror wrought courage, the awe, they were not within his emotions. All he felt was peaceful confusing nothing. The light touching deep his soul and searing it with a gentleness that belied his former situation.
Gradually fear seeped into his melancholy, touching the outer rim of his thoughts and slowly curling comfortably in his psyche. It was intangible though, he felt it but could not interact with it. He felt strangely detached from everything other then this place of nothingness and an enveloping cloak of white.
The concept of speaking out, of a word easing from his mouth made that fear twitch but it barely alighted to the forefront of his emotions. The thought of speaking without the knowledge of his own body made it twitch more but still that ever present sense of dreaminess pervaded his senses.
Suddenly a bout of devil may care attitude sprung to him and the subconsciousness of courage awoke.
"Sancia.............?"
He could not hear his voice but that words came anyway, it startled him. The light was like a cushion of cotton-wool, dulling and enclosing his speech but his mind was unencumbered. That word, one he was surprised would be his first here, resounded in some alternate reach of his mind. A telepathic call from nowhere and yet everywhere.
Floating in nothingness he could do nothing but wait for a reply. Thinking further of this place only made that growing unease more pronounce. Every unexpected thought of what was to become of him brought him that little closer to panic. The curling kitten of fear was aging rapidly into a tiger, ravaging at its cage. As long as he didn't pursue his thought of his future it should remain a docile kitten.
For an unknown time his mind wallowed in this nowhere land. A place of sense deprivation, where people could and would go mad from prolonged existence there. He dared to call again, and again it startled him and made him nervous. His bubble of armistice was gradually withering away.
"Sancia...........?"
Darren listened for a reply he believed would not come and was caught out when he was answered.
"Darren....."
Sancia's voice. It was the most beautiful voice he had ever heard. Sancia's voice had grown an extra indescribable beauty about it. The awe he thought he could not feel was replaced by something greater, a sensuous perfection of emotions.
"Where are you? Where am I?"
"We are where we are, Darren. A place reserved for the dreamer who is awake, the dead who live again. Limbo of the worlds and universes A place out of time and of the mind.
All are here all the time and rarely anyone knows. Your very honoured Darren. Don't fret, or worry, my dear friend, it is only a temporary eternity."
If Darren had a body to shudder he would have. The very idea of being here forever was a scary thought. However Sancia did not explain exactly where where is.
"........where........."
A giggle sounded from beyond. Light, airy and uncharacteristically not maniacal for Sancia.
"It has no answer that you would find satisfactory.
So how are things Darren?"
He was at first upended in disappointment then felt a sudden urge of mysticism at Sancia's change of seriousness to upbeat joy. His mind tumbled end over end.
"............fine.....?......what happened?......."
It was all he could think to say.
"The dream ended. The world continues to revolve and I'm glad your feeling fine. Worry is for the pessimist. Look up not down and everything's sound or at least I was told by someone once upon a time. I sense those questions not yet formed in your disembodied head.
Don't fret Darren, I will explain what you need to know. For now just think of yourself floating about in an endless ocean, nothing bad exists and everything's a .O.K. No sharks, no fish, only you on a journey of inner discovery.
Rather poetic don't you think?"
".........please........"
Anxeity rose within him. Sancia's endless supply of light banter was not ideal right now. Her brightness kept the dark away before but now he had had enough of light and bright.
"Freddy's dead. Of that I am certain or as certain as certainty can be. He's gone beyond the land of dreaming. There would be no reason to be here if that wasn't the case. Or for me to have reason to stay."
".....your not staying?............."
Sancia scared Darren in some ways but in another he felt a link, one that if broken could shatter him.
"No. I'm afraid not. I have been set a task and followed it to its almost conclusion. I can't stay Darren, even if I wanted to. I have a purpose, one you probably wouldn't understand, and I pass many a realm for it. It is time for me to pass this one. You can go on, Darren, you may not feel like it now and when you return you may feel a terrible, heart wrenching burning of memory but you will survive it. Facing Freddy and coming back whole will give you what you need."
Darren listened with half a heart, memory wrenching back at the the loss of his friends. Tossed and turned had his emotions become and in that turmoil he wondered.
" Who are you really? Your, your not who you said you were. Your not like anybody I've ever met, I don't know you. Who are you, truly?"
Silence hung about in that void for moment, a scarlet clarity of nothing in nothingness.
"I am Sancia Salvadora. Woman of Egypt, woman of Spain. Being of earth, being of light. A dream and a reality. Many things Darren, many things. I face the cruelty of death and know where my limits lie. Death has no bearing for me yet it is everything I am about. You wonder how I can be so insanely cheerful. Well here's the deal. Nothing can touch me. Not the reaper nor Krueger, they are facets of evil and evil holds no bounds over me. Even when Krueger plunged his weapon in me, I felt and did not feel, because I am already dead yet beyond death. "
".......dead?...beyond death?....."
"Yes. I lived once long ago, when superstition was the code of life. Where the likes of the Dreamweaver was not a trinket but the power of the inner being. I died in that time Darren and I have no reincarnation, only purpose of a divine nature. I was once but a woman and now I am a messenger and warrior of light."
".....what about........dreamweaver?........"
"A tool of power. It was merely your idea of an outer representation of dream manipulation. I needed something of actual contact to allow your mind to bend. I'm sorry Darren but for this entire time you've been asleep. I showed you what you needed to see."
Darren felt a deep solemnity, his voiceless voice destitute.
"....not real........"
"No Darren, real. Very real, just not, well in the physical sense. Listen deary. I will explain better, just listen and float...............................
Within everyone is a power, a power we can all tap. Krueger had his. A dark power where dreams are his world and everyone is merely a bystander and liable for execution. He found his fountain. The Dreamweaver, it is, a totem. A fountain within you. An image, like the statue of the Virgin Mary is an image. They allow for focus a center for faith and belief. Seeing is believing, as they say.
The images are true, Yggdrasil is our world, all worlds interwoven and eternal. The eye, self as I said. Or all self. It is the eye of all and the eye of none. It sees but does not always let you.
I showed you a place to hone your belief. I cannot trespass deep into your dreamworld like Freddy does I needed your hand to guide me, and for that I needed your co-operation. I give not take. Dreams are not my forte but merely a passage.
Krueger has lived far too long within other people, his time has passed long ago. Every life he takes makes the heavens cry, every blood spilt is an abomination. All things must cease to begin anew. "
"............who...............are............."
"The winds change Darren, I change. Krueger's time had come and I have/had to cease that reign. I am the eternal, the internal, the wind, the righteous. Of Celestina and Seraphina, my task is death and life. All you need to do Darren is live. Forget not your friends whose lives I regret I could not save in time and remember within the mind all is limitless and the mind is everything. Movement keeps the world in revolve and this revolution is at an end.
Your a good guy Darren. A little naive but good, I rather liked you but this crossing of paths is widening. I wish you well, my friend, keep it real."
Sancia's voice faded with a laugh. A nightingale singing. It sailed away on a breeze of light and all about Darren it grew. If tears could form they would, Darren felt lost and confused. His mind far away. The light became unbearable as the ticking of that mighty heart blossomed. A ray of beauty personified.
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Darren awoke with a gasp. Sweat pooled off his head in heavy rivulets. Patches of white screening past his vision, slowly dying out as he blinked them in utter perplexity. His emotions gradually came back to him and he looked around. About him was his bedroom, full of morning sunshine and shadow-less. He blinked again.
Somewhere in the back of his mind was the voice of Sancia still, whispering sweet nothings that he could not make out. He involuntarily cried as he slowly caught up with his dream self. Only the twittering of unformed thoughts etched his mind, whirring like windmills.
In unconscious effort he grabbed the item around his neck. The Daeg Ankh. Still bound to him. The idea of questioning it passed quickly, his dream, his sleep was all too vivid to be a lie. He had the proof in his hand and that was all he needed.
In his mind Sancia's gentle voice arose higher and at last he could hear her final words to him.
[A gift of memory. A ghost of passage. The Daeg is all about opportunity. To follow it brings new horizons, it is my symbol to you. Hold it close to your heart Darren. With it is the ability to open the world! Blast the past, the future is now and forever!]
Darren tears falling afresh, smiled.
!!THE END!!!
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A/N: This is not quite the ending I had envisioned, nor is this the Sancia I started out with. She was just meant to be a really strong character who was there to help Darren realise his potential in defeating the bad guy, instead she grew a little bit further into an angelic being, whose duty it was simply to find a way to grab Krueger's soul and put him away for good.
Darren was originally the focus and Sancia the assistant, instead I have Sancia the more heroic and Darren the tool for her to get through to Krueger. She's still mine though. A multiplicative purpose Angel who may just have other 'people' to deal with. So I'm still retaining my rights to her, just in case.
The end for real now. Yay, my first truly completed fic.
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Elm street Franchise or the main protagonist Freddy Krueger. Darren is mine but open for anyone to interpret for themselves and Sancia also but she is still reserved for my own personal use. The dreamweaver is also from my imagination although possibly actually real so I am not retaining the rights to it. In other words use it if you wish. See my Author Notes at the bottom for a little more. Includes some further information about the story not included within the story.
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Epilogue
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Darren found himself in a lighted void. His body feeling far distant and detached from his mind. Not even the sense of any presence other then himself could he feel. Sancia had vanished in the mist of brightness. Krueger lost in what seemed like an age before, in another lifetime.
Darren certainly did not fell as he had before. The fear, the terror wrought courage, the awe, they were not within his emotions. All he felt was peaceful confusing nothing. The light touching deep his soul and searing it with a gentleness that belied his former situation.
Gradually fear seeped into his melancholy, touching the outer rim of his thoughts and slowly curling comfortably in his psyche. It was intangible though, he felt it but could not interact with it. He felt strangely detached from everything other then this place of nothingness and an enveloping cloak of white.
The concept of speaking out, of a word easing from his mouth made that fear twitch but it barely alighted to the forefront of his emotions. The thought of speaking without the knowledge of his own body made it twitch more but still that ever present sense of dreaminess pervaded his senses.
Suddenly a bout of devil may care attitude sprung to him and the subconsciousness of courage awoke.
"Sancia.............?"
He could not hear his voice but that words came anyway, it startled him. The light was like a cushion of cotton-wool, dulling and enclosing his speech but his mind was unencumbered. That word, one he was surprised would be his first here, resounded in some alternate reach of his mind. A telepathic call from nowhere and yet everywhere.
Floating in nothingness he could do nothing but wait for a reply. Thinking further of this place only made that growing unease more pronounce. Every unexpected thought of what was to become of him brought him that little closer to panic. The curling kitten of fear was aging rapidly into a tiger, ravaging at its cage. As long as he didn't pursue his thought of his future it should remain a docile kitten.
For an unknown time his mind wallowed in this nowhere land. A place of sense deprivation, where people could and would go mad from prolonged existence there. He dared to call again, and again it startled him and made him nervous. His bubble of armistice was gradually withering away.
"Sancia...........?"
Darren listened for a reply he believed would not come and was caught out when he was answered.
"Darren....."
Sancia's voice. It was the most beautiful voice he had ever heard. Sancia's voice had grown an extra indescribable beauty about it. The awe he thought he could not feel was replaced by something greater, a sensuous perfection of emotions.
"Where are you? Where am I?"
"We are where we are, Darren. A place reserved for the dreamer who is awake, the dead who live again. Limbo of the worlds and universes A place out of time and of the mind.
All are here all the time and rarely anyone knows. Your very honoured Darren. Don't fret, or worry, my dear friend, it is only a temporary eternity."
If Darren had a body to shudder he would have. The very idea of being here forever was a scary thought. However Sancia did not explain exactly where where is.
"........where........."
A giggle sounded from beyond. Light, airy and uncharacteristically not maniacal for Sancia.
"It has no answer that you would find satisfactory.
So how are things Darren?"
He was at first upended in disappointment then felt a sudden urge of mysticism at Sancia's change of seriousness to upbeat joy. His mind tumbled end over end.
"............fine.....?......what happened?......."
It was all he could think to say.
"The dream ended. The world continues to revolve and I'm glad your feeling fine. Worry is for the pessimist. Look up not down and everything's sound or at least I was told by someone once upon a time. I sense those questions not yet formed in your disembodied head.
Don't fret Darren, I will explain what you need to know. For now just think of yourself floating about in an endless ocean, nothing bad exists and everything's a .O.K. No sharks, no fish, only you on a journey of inner discovery.
Rather poetic don't you think?"
".........please........"
Anxeity rose within him. Sancia's endless supply of light banter was not ideal right now. Her brightness kept the dark away before but now he had had enough of light and bright.
"Freddy's dead. Of that I am certain or as certain as certainty can be. He's gone beyond the land of dreaming. There would be no reason to be here if that wasn't the case. Or for me to have reason to stay."
".....your not staying?............."
Sancia scared Darren in some ways but in another he felt a link, one that if broken could shatter him.
"No. I'm afraid not. I have been set a task and followed it to its almost conclusion. I can't stay Darren, even if I wanted to. I have a purpose, one you probably wouldn't understand, and I pass many a realm for it. It is time for me to pass this one. You can go on, Darren, you may not feel like it now and when you return you may feel a terrible, heart wrenching burning of memory but you will survive it. Facing Freddy and coming back whole will give you what you need."
Darren listened with half a heart, memory wrenching back at the the loss of his friends. Tossed and turned had his emotions become and in that turmoil he wondered.
" Who are you really? Your, your not who you said you were. Your not like anybody I've ever met, I don't know you. Who are you, truly?"
Silence hung about in that void for moment, a scarlet clarity of nothing in nothingness.
"I am Sancia Salvadora. Woman of Egypt, woman of Spain. Being of earth, being of light. A dream and a reality. Many things Darren, many things. I face the cruelty of death and know where my limits lie. Death has no bearing for me yet it is everything I am about. You wonder how I can be so insanely cheerful. Well here's the deal. Nothing can touch me. Not the reaper nor Krueger, they are facets of evil and evil holds no bounds over me. Even when Krueger plunged his weapon in me, I felt and did not feel, because I am already dead yet beyond death. "
".......dead?...beyond death?....."
"Yes. I lived once long ago, when superstition was the code of life. Where the likes of the Dreamweaver was not a trinket but the power of the inner being. I died in that time Darren and I have no reincarnation, only purpose of a divine nature. I was once but a woman and now I am a messenger and warrior of light."
".....what about........dreamweaver?........"
"A tool of power. It was merely your idea of an outer representation of dream manipulation. I needed something of actual contact to allow your mind to bend. I'm sorry Darren but for this entire time you've been asleep. I showed you what you needed to see."
Darren felt a deep solemnity, his voiceless voice destitute.
"....not real........"
"No Darren, real. Very real, just not, well in the physical sense. Listen deary. I will explain better, just listen and float...............................
Within everyone is a power, a power we can all tap. Krueger had his. A dark power where dreams are his world and everyone is merely a bystander and liable for execution. He found his fountain. The Dreamweaver, it is, a totem. A fountain within you. An image, like the statue of the Virgin Mary is an image. They allow for focus a center for faith and belief. Seeing is believing, as they say.
The images are true, Yggdrasil is our world, all worlds interwoven and eternal. The eye, self as I said. Or all self. It is the eye of all and the eye of none. It sees but does not always let you.
I showed you a place to hone your belief. I cannot trespass deep into your dreamworld like Freddy does I needed your hand to guide me, and for that I needed your co-operation. I give not take. Dreams are not my forte but merely a passage.
Krueger has lived far too long within other people, his time has passed long ago. Every life he takes makes the heavens cry, every blood spilt is an abomination. All things must cease to begin anew. "
"............who...............are............."
"The winds change Darren, I change. Krueger's time had come and I have/had to cease that reign. I am the eternal, the internal, the wind, the righteous. Of Celestina and Seraphina, my task is death and life. All you need to do Darren is live. Forget not your friends whose lives I regret I could not save in time and remember within the mind all is limitless and the mind is everything. Movement keeps the world in revolve and this revolution is at an end.
Your a good guy Darren. A little naive but good, I rather liked you but this crossing of paths is widening. I wish you well, my friend, keep it real."
Sancia's voice faded with a laugh. A nightingale singing. It sailed away on a breeze of light and all about Darren it grew. If tears could form they would, Darren felt lost and confused. His mind far away. The light became unbearable as the ticking of that mighty heart blossomed. A ray of beauty personified.
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.
.
_________________________
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.
.
Darren awoke with a gasp. Sweat pooled off his head in heavy rivulets. Patches of white screening past his vision, slowly dying out as he blinked them in utter perplexity. His emotions gradually came back to him and he looked around. About him was his bedroom, full of morning sunshine and shadow-less. He blinked again.
Somewhere in the back of his mind was the voice of Sancia still, whispering sweet nothings that he could not make out. He involuntarily cried as he slowly caught up with his dream self. Only the twittering of unformed thoughts etched his mind, whirring like windmills.
In unconscious effort he grabbed the item around his neck. The Daeg Ankh. Still bound to him. The idea of questioning it passed quickly, his dream, his sleep was all too vivid to be a lie. He had the proof in his hand and that was all he needed.
In his mind Sancia's gentle voice arose higher and at last he could hear her final words to him.
[A gift of memory. A ghost of passage. The Daeg is all about opportunity. To follow it brings new horizons, it is my symbol to you. Hold it close to your heart Darren. With it is the ability to open the world! Blast the past, the future is now and forever!]
Darren tears falling afresh, smiled.
!!THE END!!!
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______________________
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A/N: This is not quite the ending I had envisioned, nor is this the Sancia I started out with. She was just meant to be a really strong character who was there to help Darren realise his potential in defeating the bad guy, instead she grew a little bit further into an angelic being, whose duty it was simply to find a way to grab Krueger's soul and put him away for good.
Darren was originally the focus and Sancia the assistant, instead I have Sancia the more heroic and Darren the tool for her to get through to Krueger. She's still mine though. A multiplicative purpose Angel who may just have other 'people' to deal with. So I'm still retaining my rights to her, just in case.
The end for real now. Yay, my first truly completed fic.