A/N: Hello again! This is Mystic, as you well know. Let's see, where did we leave off? Oh yes! I remember, but do you? Read on my fellow readers, I am so happy that you like the story. Read on.
Chapter 3: So that's why the Children Scream.
It was now nightfall; Alanna, Numair, Daine, and the two king's own men separated and were inspecting all the children in the village that lay sleeping.
"How long has she been asleep?" asked Numair. He sat next to a young girl, her age was only five, and she was drenched in sweat lying in her bed. Numair placed a calming hand on her forehead and her whimpers became quiet.
The mother was standing in the doorway, "Only two hours I think. Not that long."
Numair shook his head, "Long enough. The dream child must be creating a nightmare. Poor little child, what's her name?"
The mother smiled, "Her name is Janintice. Why do you ask?"
"Because I have an idea, but it requires you to step out of the room."
The mother nodded, "Whatever you think is best, just take care of her."
Numair bowed, "Of course," then he shut the door behind the departing woman.
Numair stood next to the sleeping child, "Alright Dream Boy, here I come."
He took the young girl's clammy hand in his own; he squeezed her hand tightly and shut his eyes. Behind his closed eyelids, a figure began to form. It was a crying child, it was Janintice. Numair ran over to her and hugged her, "It's alright now, calm yourself."
The girl looked up at him through teary eyes, "Who are you?"
He smiled and helped her stand, "Master Numair. I am here to help you, but you must not wake up. Now, tell me, what happened to you?"
Janintice began to wipe her face with her shirt, "There was a boy, he sent a mean ugly bear on me, then he laughed as the bear slashed at me, then he called the bear off, then he sent a hairy green spider at me, that's when you came, he was here a minute ago."
Numair nodded grimly, "I see, a rabid bear and a spidren," Numair turned around and moved the girl to stand behind him, and then he called out loudly, "Dream Boy! Show yourself!"
Far into the distance a dark figure appeared. He shimmered with a shadowy essence, and he gave a thousand chills and a million screams to all who looked upon him. He was a Dark creature, neither human nor immortal. He wore a skull chain and completely black outfit as the children said. He blinked his gold eyes and in one instant he appeared before Numair.
Numair was startled, but did not show it. Instead he asked an important question, "Why are you haunting children?"
The Dream boy grinned, "Soon they will give into the torture and learn to love and to hate it. They will become my dominions."
Numair stood his ground, "Who are you?"
The teen's grin faded, "Funny, I ask myself the same question everyday. If I knew I would tell you, I only know of my power. I do not remember my past, only one thing.
A person, a woman of the name Veralidaine. Though I do not know what she means."
Numair was not about to tell him that that was his wife, "Is there no peace for you?"
"You wish me to stop hurting children? What then would I do if not that?" asked the boy.
"Let us calm down and exit this dream and we can figure this out," said Numair.
The boy folded his arms, "Why should I believe you?"
"I am powerful like you, we can relate. Pain and suffering is not the answer, you can change, and I can help you," said Numair.
"You will help me find the woman?" asked the boy.
Numair nodded. The boy nodded, considering. Then Numair heard a Pop, and he opened his eyes. Janintice was sitting up in her bed, holding one of her toys. Numair turned around and say the dark boy standing in the corner. The boy held out a hand, Numair grasped it.
"You may call me, Kaldron. I will not harm children for the time being."
"I am Numair, now let us leave."