Legal stuff and Author's note:
I do not own any of the NiGHTS into Dreams characters, Sega does.
It would be nice if I did, but I don't and that's life.
Deal with it.
As always, reviews are welcomed.
You're free to be brutally honest, but please be kind about it.
If you're not nice, I'll send Reala to claw you to shreds when you go to
sleep, and it'll really hurt.
But you'll wake up and be okay.
But you'll be traumatized for life.
You get the idea.
Let's move on now.
Enjoy the story. :)
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Coincidences
Part Three - Rude Awakening
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NiGHTS was awakened the next night by a shrill skwawk.
He instinctively flew into attack mode, jerking fully awake and flying free of the bed to face the intruder.
He was annoyed to find a Hollow, one of Wizeman's striped, tassle sporting bird-like Minions, perched at the foor of his bed.
NiGHTS narrowed his eyes at the Minion and moved in to grab it and silence it once and for all.
Before he could however, the Hollow launched itself and circled lazily, then opened its beak.
"NiGHTS!"
NiGHTS stumbled and crashed backwards, onto the bed in surprise.
It was Wizeman's voice!
The Hollow hovered as through its eyes, Wizeman disapprovingly at the bedraggled figure who was supposed to be his greatest creation.
NiGHTS gasped in dismay and threw himself from the bed, scrambling to his feet and leaping to attention.
"Master Wizeman, sir!"
The Hollow seemed to wait for him to say more before speaking again.
NiGHTS could see now that the animal wasn't actually speaking, but sound was issuing from its opened beak.
It had been possessed and was acting as a living speaker.
Somewhere in his mind, NiGHTS decided that it was something like the two way baby monitors that he'd glimpsed in a couple of adult dreamers' minds.
He wondered if Wizeman had felt a need to monitor him in a similar way, and felt vaguely ill deep inside.
To have the Master think that he required monitoring!
"NiGHTS! have you heard me?"
NiGHTS jerked back to attention, humiliated.
He risked a glance toward the slit in the wall that served as a window.
A rosy glow was visible, and NiGHTS felt a need to shrink away.
It wasn't even afternoon yet, and Wizeman was forcing him to be active!
The night loving Nightmaren hoped that he wouldn't be forced to act in . . . dare he think it? Daylight!
The Hollow seemed to sigh.
"Your brethren have already heeded my call. You however, failed to hear me for some reason. I will attend to that failure at another time."
Wizeman noted with satisfaction that NiGHTS' entire body seemed to wilt with disappointment.
That was as it should be.
No Nightmaren should ever be able to do anything that did not please their master.
NiGHTS had just proven that he was functioning properly.
Wizeman continued.
***Leave Nightmare. Fly to Mystic Forest. There, you will find a single Verol deep within the trees. Your task is this, NiGHTS. You, my children, will track this Verol down. Whoever finds it first, has won today's test.***
NiGHTS was already soaring away from Nightmare, hearing his Master's voice as Wizeman reverted to his usual telepathy.
It pleased all the Nightmaren to know that they alone could hear their Master's voice.
No other creatures in Nightopia had such a gift.
To Be Continued
I do not own any of the NiGHTS into Dreams characters, Sega does.
It would be nice if I did, but I don't and that's life.
Deal with it.
As always, reviews are welcomed.
You're free to be brutally honest, but please be kind about it.
If you're not nice, I'll send Reala to claw you to shreds when you go to
sleep, and it'll really hurt.
But you'll wake up and be okay.
But you'll be traumatized for life.
You get the idea.
Let's move on now.
Enjoy the story. :)
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Coincidences
Part Three - Rude Awakening
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
NiGHTS was awakened the next night by a shrill skwawk.
He instinctively flew into attack mode, jerking fully awake and flying free of the bed to face the intruder.
He was annoyed to find a Hollow, one of Wizeman's striped, tassle sporting bird-like Minions, perched at the foor of his bed.
NiGHTS narrowed his eyes at the Minion and moved in to grab it and silence it once and for all.
Before he could however, the Hollow launched itself and circled lazily, then opened its beak.
"NiGHTS!"
NiGHTS stumbled and crashed backwards, onto the bed in surprise.
It was Wizeman's voice!
The Hollow hovered as through its eyes, Wizeman disapprovingly at the bedraggled figure who was supposed to be his greatest creation.
NiGHTS gasped in dismay and threw himself from the bed, scrambling to his feet and leaping to attention.
"Master Wizeman, sir!"
The Hollow seemed to wait for him to say more before speaking again.
NiGHTS could see now that the animal wasn't actually speaking, but sound was issuing from its opened beak.
It had been possessed and was acting as a living speaker.
Somewhere in his mind, NiGHTS decided that it was something like the two way baby monitors that he'd glimpsed in a couple of adult dreamers' minds.
He wondered if Wizeman had felt a need to monitor him in a similar way, and felt vaguely ill deep inside.
To have the Master think that he required monitoring!
"NiGHTS! have you heard me?"
NiGHTS jerked back to attention, humiliated.
He risked a glance toward the slit in the wall that served as a window.
A rosy glow was visible, and NiGHTS felt a need to shrink away.
It wasn't even afternoon yet, and Wizeman was forcing him to be active!
The night loving Nightmaren hoped that he wouldn't be forced to act in . . . dare he think it? Daylight!
The Hollow seemed to sigh.
"Your brethren have already heeded my call. You however, failed to hear me for some reason. I will attend to that failure at another time."
Wizeman noted with satisfaction that NiGHTS' entire body seemed to wilt with disappointment.
That was as it should be.
No Nightmaren should ever be able to do anything that did not please their master.
NiGHTS had just proven that he was functioning properly.
Wizeman continued.
***Leave Nightmare. Fly to Mystic Forest. There, you will find a single Verol deep within the trees. Your task is this, NiGHTS. You, my children, will track this Verol down. Whoever finds it first, has won today's test.***
NiGHTS was already soaring away from Nightmare, hearing his Master's voice as Wizeman reverted to his usual telepathy.
It pleased all the Nightmaren to know that they alone could hear their Master's voice.
No other creatures in Nightopia had such a gift.
To Be Continued
