Disclaimer: Nights and crew do not belong to me, Eve does so no takie!
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Reala's eyes darted off to where he had last seen her. She wasn't there. He looked around the area a few times before spotting her in the canyon. He saw the Nightmaren she was fighting; he witnessed him punching her a few times. Reala felt rage build up inside of him. When he was about ready to bolt down there Nights attacked him making him have to fight him off again. Reala took his newly built up rage out on him. Their swords continued to clash and spark as they collided.
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Ebony threw her against the wall. Eve cried out in pain as her body was slammed against the hard merciless rock again and again. He wasn't letting her get the chance to defend herself. He was trying to weaken her so he could finish her off. He was taking his time so he could enjoy himself. She couldn't let herself be beaten by him. She had been trained by the best Nightmare had to offer. She had beaten guys like him before with no problem. What was so different about this one? She had to get herself together and counter attack. She turned around to see him coming at her again. She moved and he punched the canyon wall instead of her. He didn't seem to feel it. Either that or he was good at not showing pain. His fist had left a crater where his punch had landed. She tried to kick him but he caught her foot and pushed it away.
The pain she was feeling was making her sluggish. She cursed to herself and tried dodging more of his attacks. More hit her than were dodged. She saw then that it wasn't because that he was stronger or better than she was, he was merely faster. Speed was the deciding factor in this one on one fight. And that was not good for her in her present state. She kept backing away so he couldn't hit her. Ebony lifted his leg and grabbed something out of his boot. He then sprinted forward at his top speed as Eve tried to counter him. He dodged her fist and drove whatever he had into her side. Eve's eyes widened a bit as she felt the cold hard steel enter her flesh grinding against the bone. And then the impact of the hilt smashing into her ribs. Her painful scream echoed throughout the canyon to Reala's ears.
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Reala's heart almost stopped upon hearing her scream. Adrenaline began to rush through his veins as a foreboding fear implanted itself within him. Reala played it cool trying hard not to let the fear show in his eyes. He firmly planted his boot against Nights' stomach and kicked him away. Then he turned to see Eve falling down the canyon. He holstered his sword and dove down past Ebony and into the canyon. "EVE!!!" she was unconscious having had smacked her head on a ledge when she had begun to fall. The river was coming up hastily. He was too far away from her. She hit the river and he dove in after her. Reala searched around as far as he could see under the cloudy water. The current was strong and he fought hard against it. But he couldn't find her so he resurfaced to see if she had.
He emerged to the surface and levitated out and above the water and looked for her. Reala then spotted something and flew over to find her hat was caught on a rock. He picked it up out of the water and looked around frantically. She wasn't there, the river had swallowed her up. Reala stared at the hat and became a wreck. His emotions ran wild, hate, anger, pain, and sorrow began to well up inside him. He yelled at the top of his lungs as tears spilled from his eyes. And for a moment the battle seemed to stop with all eyes on him. He glared up at Ebony with pure hatred that burned its way to the surface. Ebony had a grin of satisfaction on his face. Reala roared as he darted up at the Maren. Ebony knew that Reala wasn't nearly as quick as he was and he could easily get away. Reala all of a sudden picked up speed and seemed to vanish.
"Ebony! Get out of there!" Nights yelled at him to retreat but it was too late. The Maren had been so blind he didn't even see it coming. Reala appeared again right in front of him and drove his clawed hand into Ebony's chest. He gasped as Reala grabbed hold of his heart. Now Reala was the one with a satisfied look on his face. Ebony began to choke on his own blood. He coughed it up and it ran down his mouth to his chin.
"Burn in hell you bastard…" with that Reala ripped out his heart. Nights watched horrified from up above the battle. He had never seen his brother act like that over a female before. Reala's heart was aching and he made sure that this bastard could feel it to before he took his last breath. He threw the organ aside as the body slowly fell from the sky. Reala felt satisfied to have avenged his love, but he still hurt. It felt like apart of him had died along with her. Even fighting his brother again would be a waste of time. Nothing seemed worth it anymore. The battle, the entire war… It was all nothing if Eve wasn't there by his side. This battle was over for him. Reala glided over to the ledge and picked up Eves sword and then down the river to see if he could find her body. She deserved to have a proper burial at least.
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A half a day later, Nights was gliding along the river that went through the Mystic forest. It wasn't too far from the base of the rebels. He was his shift to patrol the area that night. He may have been the General of the Rebel Army but that didn't mean he could escape patrol duty. He looked across the river and noticed a young girl with sandy blonde hair. She was human; she must be a dreamer. But then he noticed that something else was with her. He glided over to investigate. Nights found that the thing that was next her was the female Nightmaren that Reala had acted so strangely over the day before, the one that was said to have replaced his position in the Nightmare army, the Black Rose herself. Even stranger still that the river current had carried her all the way to the Mystic forest. The most remarkable thing was that she was alive. Nights drew his sword and the human girl stood in front of her protectively. Nights' red Ideya began to flash for some reason. He looked down at it curiously.
"Why are you protecting her? She's an evil Maren." The girl did not answer but shook her head no. She kneeled back down to the wounded Maren and placed her hands on either side of the stab wound. Nights was surprised that this dreamer knew of the power to take control of ones dream. Almost all dreamers did not. The girl made Eve's stab wound heal itself. When she finished she turned to Nights again who holstered his sword. She moved Eves' wet hair away from her forehead and pointed to the crescent mark. Nights instantly recognized it and knew exactly what it was. The upside-down crescent was Wizemans' crest. After he defected, Wizeman placed a more powerful spell on his minions whose loyalty he questioned. But how did this dreamer know that. Dreamers couldn't detect magic spells like some Maren could. He noticed there was another spell on her that he hadn't seen before. "Is this what you were trying to tell me?" she nodded. Dreamers did have the ability to communicate in their dreams; Nights didn't understand why she didn't speak.
Eve stirred and the human looked down at her. She looked up and Nights and waved goodbye and then she vanished just like that. Now Nights was worried, Dreamers didn't just disappear like that. They had to have the alarm clock doorway to wake up. She must have not been a dreamer at all. Whatever the case he would find out soon enough. Nights picked her up off of the river shore and carried her to a dryer spot. The girl had healed the wounds that would of killed her but she still had all the bumps and bruises that Ebony had given her. He felt bad about Ebony, but thinking about it he probably would have done the same. Nights wouldn't have ripped out his heart, but he would have killed him none the less. If Ebony had killed the one that he loved. The only bad thing was that she wasn't dead at all. Nights set her down on a soft bed of grass and began to build a fire to warm her up. Maybe he could talk some sense into her. Tell her that Wizeman was controlling her. She must have been an asset to Wizemans' army if he had to put a spell on her to keep her loyal to him.
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Eve felt herself being thrown around by the current of the river. Tumbling, rolling and being smacked against rocks. She was under the water so long she was surprised that she hadn't drowned. And right when she felt like her body could take no more abuse, someone grabbed her and pulled her ashore. Eve opened her eyes slightly and saw who had saved her. The human dreamer that she had seen before in her chamber. She had a red aura around her. Eve could see her perfectly but everything around them was a blur of colors. She then noticed someone else coming toward them. She could see him clearly too, he had a red glow on his chest and his aura was white.
She could see him talking but she could not hear what he said. The girl went in front of her as if protecting her from him. When that happened, the girls' red aura flared and the red glow on his chest began to flash. Then she turned back to Eve and placed her hands on her side. Eve could feel the energy flowing into her and repairing the fatal wound that Ebony had inflicted on her. For some reason she could not speak to the human this time. She could see him talking to the girl for a few seconds before she vanished again. That's when everything around Eve began to fade into black once more.
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Eve opened her eyes slowly, she felt like she'd been sat on by Puffy. Her entire body hurt especially her side where that ass hole stabbed her. She felt along her side but there was no stab wound. "That stab wound is gone?" She asked herself as she tried to sit up to look but the pain from her bruised rips stopped her and she lay back down. Eve looked around but her vision was blurred, probably from all those blows to the head she received. Not to mention her head was pounding. Where was she anyway? She felt the warmth from a fire nearby. Someone must have been around somewhere because she certainly didn't build it. She heard wood being dropped to the right of her. Eve turned her head to look but all she saw was the blurred figure of a Nightmaren. She blinked a few times to see if that would help but it didn't. "Who are you!?" she demanded.
"A friend…" the soft voice of a male replied.
"I'll be the judge of that… Now who are you?" She tried to get up once more but the pain stopped her again.
"You shouldn't move, you've been hurt pretty badly."
"Tell me something I don't know…" He ignored her sarcasm.
"So what's your name?"
"…Eve…" she hoped this time he would answer her question.
"I am Nights." Eve hissed at the mention of his name and stood up even though her body protested it greatly.
"Get back! I warn you even injured I am capable of killing you!" Nights shook his head.
"I have no intention of fighting you Eve… If I wanted to kill you, you'd be dead already. Besides you can't even see clearly let alone stand without experiencing great pain." It unnerved her the way he could spot weaknesses so easily.
"Then what is it you want?"
"I wish only to talk."
"Talk about what?"
"Your situation… it is rather strange."
"What's so strange about it?"
"Nightmaren are supposed to protect dreamers from dangers while they are here in the Dream World. Yet just a little while ago I witnessed a dreamer protecting a Nightmaren."
"Yeah so what's your point?"
"She was protecting you… She even healed that stab wound on your side." Eves' face softened as she remembered that vision. Had that really happened? She thought only Jackle and she were the only ones who could see her.
"You saw her?"
"Yes I did. She showed me that you aren't what you seem."
"What do you mean?"
"That mark on your forehead… It isn't supposed to be there. It's a spell that Wizeman placed on you to keep you loyal to him."
"Why should I believe you?"
"Because deep down you already know it's true." Eve became silent and blinked a few times noticing that the image she was seeing was sharpening more and more with each passing moment. Pretty soon she could see clearly again. Nights was sitting on a tree stump just a few feet away from her. He looked exactly like what she had been told. Striking blue eyes, and long straight blonde hair. He looked somewhat like Reala in body structure. But everything else didn't look a thing like Reala. Complete opposites yet exactly the same. It was hard to believe that they were brothers.
"Reala…" she murmured to herself "he must be going out of his mind right now." She looked off toward Nightmare.
"And you can't be all bad… You've done something no one has been able to do."
"Oh yeah? And what might that be?"
"You've taught Reala how to love… You've encouraged my hope that my brother might yet be saved from the darkness."
"You mean you still care about him even though he wants your head?" Nights nodded. Reala never mentioned Nights, let alone said that he cared about him. Of course he was a master at hiding his feelings from everyone. Just not here, well not anymore. Eve was able to read his emotions like a book.
"Yes. But if we loose this war and Wizeman gets what he wants. I'll only have his memory."
"Why do you say that?"
"Do you even know what you're fighting for?"
"Yeah…. We're fighting for…" Eve thought for a moment. She really didn't know what it was she was fighting for.
"You're fighting for Wizeman, to help him gain control of the dream world. Once he does that then he'll look to the waking world to steal the red Ideya. If Wizeman takes over the Dream World and the Waking World, he'll have no more use for you or any of his minions. This place and everything else will be a hellish nightmare. There will be no place for good dreams. Everyone in both worlds will be trapped in an eternal nightmare. Is that really what you want." She was silent for a moment. "If you insist on going back to Nightmare just remember that you are of great importance to Wizeman. No doubt he's been trying to locate your body to revive it. The spell he has you under makes him able to find you no matter where you are."
"Then why hasn't he found me yet?"
"This part of the forest is protected from Wizemans eyes. By this time he has probably given up."
"I… I have to go now…" she turned to leave but Nights grabbed her arm. She looked back at him.
"Think about what I said Eve. Whatever is so important about you he won't let you go until you have fulfilled your duty to him or given him what he wants." He let go of her. She said nothing and continued to fly away. Nights watched her go and hoped he had gotten through to her, for her and Reala's sake.
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Reala returned to Nightmare Castle after four long hours of searching. He had been unsuccessful in locating her body. He felt like his whole world had ended. He just wanted to go back to his chamber, but a snip caught sight of him. "Reala sir?"
"What!!?" the snip cowered away.
"Lord Wizeman wants to see you." Reala growled fiercely. Wizeman was the last person he wanted to see right now. He glided away toward Wizemans' throne room. He went in and found Wizeman hovering by the window.
"Come closer Reala…" he did so and went closer. Wizeman turned to him. "Tell me Reala… How is it that you managed to get Eve killed and abandon the army resulting in our DEFEAT!!?" Reala was silent. "Eve was the key to putting this war into our favor Reala. And I told you that she was your responsibility. I told you what would happen to you if harm came to her. Now she's dead and we're back to square 1…" Reala became even more frustrated by this lecture.
"I tried to get to her sir but Nights got in my way…" Reala retorted coldly.
"Nights… he's always your excuse. Let's face it Reala, I should have had a more qualified Nightmaren to train her… You obviously didn't do a very good job."
"Then you shouldn't of given the responsibility to me in the first place!!" one of Wizeman's hands fly up and knocked Reala back. Reala wiped the blood from his lip and got back up. He knew what was coming next. Wizeman did this whenever he was angry or frustrated and needed some one to take out his frustrations out on or if he wanted to punish Reala for failing. He would beat him to a bloody pulp. It would take him a week or two at the least to recover from the injuries.
"I don't like your tone Reala… and I think it's time you received your punishment for all your faults…"
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Eve came upon the castle and entered with no trouble. She stopped to ask someone where Reala was when she came upon Jackle. "Eve?"
"Jackle? Where's Reala?"
"He's in seeing Wizeman… I thought you were dead…"
"Does it look like I'm dead to you?" Jackle shook his head.
"No…" Eve said nothing more and glided off to Wizemans' throne room. She came to the giant doors of the throne room but was stopped by the guards.
"Let me pass…"
"Sorry Wizeman said no one may enter. That means no one." The head guard said.
"Do you even know who I am?"
"No and I don't care. I'm not going to get in trouble for disobeying orders."
"I am General Eve… Now step aside."
"Impossible, we just heard she was killed in battle." Eve was getting frustrated with everyone saying she was dead.
"Hey Eve just out of curiosity, where have you been?" Jackle asked gliding up to her. Eve turned to him and the guards straightened up.
"I was carried down the river and my dead cold body washed up onto a bank." She turned to the guards with a zombie look on her face. "And now I wander Nightmare in search of lazy guardsmen to suck the life force from their bodies to replenish myself." The guards' faces turned a bit pale as she crouched over a bit and rose her hands up into the air. "I think I found some." She licked her lips and looked like she was ready to pounce on them. "Bone appetite." Jackle looked confused and the guardsmen flew away posthaste. Eve straightened up after they were out of sight laughing slightly. "I was only kidding… gees, what a couple of wusses."
"So what happened exactly?" Eve turned back to him.
"I'll tell you later. Right now I have to…" she was interrupted by one of the giant doors opening with a loud creak. She turned to look to see who was coming out and she saw Reala step out and close the door behind him.
"Reala!?" She then noticed that something was very wrong. There was blood all over him.
"…Eve…" His voice came out more like a whisper. She rushed over to him as he collapsed into her arms. "Your alive…"
"It'll take a lot more than that to kill me Reala." Eve looked him over; he had been beaten up badly, even worst than she had been. She looked up at Jackle in anger. "Who did this to him!?"
"Wizeman did…" Jackle said as he stared down at them. Wizeman must have been really pissed to beat him up that badly. Jackle had never seen him so beaten up before. Normally he could just exit Wizeman's chamber and fly straight to his chamber. But this time he couldn't even walk let alone fly. Eve then knew what Nights had meant. Wizeman didn't care if he had killed Reala or not. If he had died he would have just brought him back to life. She looked down at Reala who was now unconscious. Tears welled up in her eyes as she held him close to her. And for some strange reason she felt she had been through something like this with Reala once before. Instantly the black mark on her forehead vanished leaving no trace it was ever there.
"Jackle, help me…" she looked up at him with tears still in her eyes.
"Help you?" It was strange to see her that way. He had never seen her cry over anything. She was a tough cookie. She didn't even cry when Reala had hit her in the gut with the hilt of his sword during a training session. It took her a while to catch her breath but she didn't cry.
"Help me carry him back to the chamber…" Eve turned Reala over onto his back.
"But I was about to go…"
"NOW!"
"Yes ma'am…" Jackle did as he was told. He saw what happened to a couple of Maren that had pissed her off before. He glided over and grabbed Reala's feet and lifted him up while Eve picked him up but the arms. They carried him to the chamber but instead of going to Reala's Chamber like Jackle had thought they were going. Eve turned to her Chamber and led them in. "Nice joint you got here…" Eve remained silent and led them into the living room where they set Reala down on the couch.
"Jackle, after I clean him up, can you do something for me?" Jackle couldn't help but noticed the desperate tone in her voice.
"What?"
"Can you use that Teleportation spell to get us out of the castle?"
"Yeah… why?"
"Because, I think we need to get out of the castle for a while…" She looked him straight in the eyes. Like if he took them they weren't coming back… ever.
"You mean your def…" the rest of his sentence was muffled when Eve jumped up and placed her hand over his mouth.
"Don't say it out loud…" she whispered harshly while removing her hand from his mouth. "Wizeman has spies everywhere…" Jackle lowered his voice to a whisper.
"You're defecting?"
"I'm not defecting… I was never loyal to Wizeman to begin with."
"If you were never loyal to him then why were you working for him?"
"I don't remember anything before that. He said he created me but I don't believe him, not anymore." That's when Jackle noticed that her black mark was gone.
"He had you under a spell?"
"Yes… I think I had a life before this. But Wizeman stole my memories away from me." She went back to Reala's side and sat beside the couch. "I trust you Jackle, I consider you to be my friend, if you just take us there and leave I'll understand. You don't have to be subjected to our fate. Wizeman will probably make you the new General of the Army…" Jackle grinned widely.
"Hmmm… General Jackle, I like the sound of that…"
"Yeah, and you'll also be the target of Wizeman's fury when you fail." His grin disappeared. Her words had much truth in them. If Wizeman didn't have Reala to beat up on he'd be the next best thing.
"You know it sounds tempting but I think I'll pass." Jackle thought about it for a few minutes. "You know I never did like it here… they say I'm the Master Mage yet I'm always being treated like the messenger boy…" Eve grinned at his remark. "Just let me go pack a few things while you patch him up." Jackle exited the chamber and went off to his own chamber. He couldn't believe what he was doing. He was actually defecting. He had always laughed at the defectors that had been caught before. And now he was going to do it… Normally he would not of even considered it. But when Eve told him that she trusted him that did it. Nobody ever told him that they trusted him let alone said that he was a friend.
The place was packed full of shelves that were filled with books. He grabbed a little sack and spoke an incantation. Every book and magic item he had flouted up into the air and came to him. They shrunk small about penny sized and went into the bag. Everything fit nicely and the chamber looked somewhat bare without the books and such. He used another sack for some blankets and pillows. No way he was going to sleep on the hard dirty ground. He thought about what else they would need. Well they would need food and water, and a place to sleep. He decided to take a trip to the dinning hall might as well be prepared. Jackle tied the little sacks to his belt and they immediately disappeared. He loved his magic cloak it was so handy.
It was late in the castle, which meant there wouldn't be many in the dinning hall at this hour. But they always had food out for anyone who wanted to come and get it. At this time of night though they only had dry foods. Biscuits, donuts, cakes, and rolls nothing major. It would be fine for them to have, food was food any shape or form. Jackle did this often before he had to leave for a battle. That's how some knew a battle was coming when they saw the Master Mage taking a large amount of dry food from the castle. They knew that he absolutely hated camp prepared food, not many did. He took half of each and shrunk them into a sack. Now they wouldn't have to worry about being hungry. At least for a few days anyway. He returned to the chamber of Eve after a half-hour. Eve came out of the bedroom and looked at him questioningly. "Where have you been?"
"I've been packing… I wasn't going to leave all my spell books here… I even brought you some sacks to put your stuff in." he smiled and held up the small sacks. Eve looked at it oddly became confused.
"Um how are we going to fit anything into those?"
"Shrink it all of course. How else could I fit all my books into one bag?"
"You got me…"
"Just get the stuff you want to take and I'll put it in." Eve raised a brow and went to do so. She grabbed a few things she thought she would need and then went over to Reala's chamber. He didn't really have anything of value or special meaning. But she did find their swords standing beside the chamber door. Reala must of put them there before he went to see Wizeman. She grabbed them and then left the room heading back into hers. She found Jackle waiting for her inside. Eve holstered her sword. She let Jackle cast his spell and put her stuff into the small sacks.
"Neat trick." Jackle laughed.
"You haven't seen anything yet… Ready to go?"
"Yes… let's get out of this hell hole…" Eve glided into the bedroom next to Reala. Jackle followed her and levitated beside them. He chanted the spell and the three of them disappeared from the chamber. They appeared in the Mystic Forest a long way from the castle. The trees were tall and green with leaves. And there was a soft breeze that carried the sound of chirping crickets to their ears.
"Now we need a place to stay for the night." They looked for a shelter and after a while were successful in finding a few fallen trees that made the perfect structure. It hadn't been hard to see in the dark with their cat like eyesight. All they needed was a lot of wood to cover the open areas. And there was plenty of foliage to hide it from any unwanted eyes. With a little hard work and magic they completed it. They got Reala's unconscious form inside of the shelter and laid him upon one of Eves' blankets that she had brought. It was a large teepee shaped shelter with a funnel at the top with a cover in case it rained. Jackle had cast a spell that made the wood waterproof. It rained a lot in the Mystic Forest. The trees required a lot of water to keep them all green and lively.
Eve and Jackle sat around a small fire in the middle of the teepee like shelter. Reala was only a few feet away from Eve. She always looked back at him to make sure he was all right. Jackle stuck his clawed hand into one of his bags and pulled out his bedding. It was weird watching him do it. The bedding became normal sized the instant it was out of the bag. Almost like popcorn popping from it's kernel. After he finished setting up his bed on the other side of the teepee he came back over to the fire. He handed her a cake she took it from him and began to munch on it slowly. "So what are we going to do now?" Jackle asked while munching on a roll. Eve looked up at him.
"I don't know… I guess we wait for Reala to get better before we decide." She looked over at Reala again.
"Don't worry about him Eve… He'll be fine in a few days. Nightmaren heal rapidly you know." Eve looked down at herself.
"I've noticed." A lot of her scratches and bruises had healed themselves up already. Her ribs still hurt thought if she moved the wrong way.
"Well one things for sure we're going to be hunted by both sides now… I wouldn't be worried about the Nightmare Soldiers; the rebel soldier's are another matter completely. They do have many good fighters on their side."
"We'll just have to be careful…" they both finished off their food and spoke very little after that. Jackle took off his cloak and hat so they wouldn't be wrinkled when he slept. She saw his suit for the first time ever. It was quite different from a normal Nightmaren suit, course Jackle wasn't normal so she thought that maybe that was a good thing. Eve had always thought that Jackle was a puny little mage who used no brawn but magic. When in fact Jackle was quite muscular for a mage. He just didn't go showing it off like Reala did with his suit that was pretty tight in some places. But it was getting late and Eve was tired from her hectic day. Who wouldn't be if they had been in a battle for a four hours, then almost killed? Healed slightly by that dreamer, Only to be lectured by the enemy leader. And returned home to find that her lord had almost killed her lover. She glided over to Reala and made sure he was comfortable then she lay down next to him. Jackle lay down on his bedding and closed his eyes. "Good night Jackle…"
"Night Eve… oh Eve I just remembered something."
"What is it Jackle?"
"You never told me what was so special about you that made Wizeman make you general."
"You know Jackle, I don't really know why… Now try to get some sleep" Jackle laid back with his arms folded behind his head And soon his eyelids closed and he was asleep. As the night continued on Jackle awoke to the sound of a twig snapping. He looked around and found that Eve and Reala were still lying across the shelter from him. Must have been an animal outside or something. He shrugged and lay back down in his makeshift bed. Then he heard something else when he sat up to look again she saw something he hadn't expected. A young girl standing in the doorway of the shelter. It was too dark to see her features but he could tell that she was human. "A dreamer?" why would a dreamer come in here of all places? As he watched her enter further for some reason he felt that she didn't seem like a normal dreamer. In fact he was positive that she wasn't. "Who are you?" he asked softly. She looked over at him for a moment before she kneeled down beside Reala. She placed her hands over him. Jackle watched as her hands became engulfed in red light that soon flowed into Reala. Not knowing what she was doing he yelled out at her. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" She then vanished from view as Eve shot up.
"What's going on?" She asked sleepily.
"Did you see that?" Jackle asked.
"See what?" Eve stretched and yawned.
"That dreamer girl that was in here just a second ago." Eve looked over at him.
"Did she have sandy blonde hair and green eyes?"
"I couldn't tell what color hair or eyes she had it was to dark to tell. But she was doing something to Reala." Eve looked over at Reala. He seemed to look better then he did. Even thought Nightmaren could see very well in the dark she wanted to make sure.
"Make some light…" Jackle picked up a tiny bag and opened it up, put his hand in and pulled out some glimmering dust. He then flouted over to the smoldering fire and cast the dust into it. Fire exploded from the ashes lighting up the teepee like shelter again. Eve looked again. Her eyes hadn't deceived her Reala did indeed look very much better. Jackle flouted over to take a look. He scratched his head. Reala had just undergone 4 days worth of healing… No… That girl must have done it… Why would she heal him? The dream world works in mysterious ways Jackle thought to himself. This Dreamer wasn't only protecting her but her lover as well. Eve smiled as she looked down at Reala. Jackle went back over to his bed but didn't sleep until he thought it would be safe doing so. If a dreamer could find them a Nightmaren surely could as well.
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Reala's eyes darted off to where he had last seen her. She wasn't there. He looked around the area a few times before spotting her in the canyon. He saw the Nightmaren she was fighting; he witnessed him punching her a few times. Reala felt rage build up inside of him. When he was about ready to bolt down there Nights attacked him making him have to fight him off again. Reala took his newly built up rage out on him. Their swords continued to clash and spark as they collided.
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Ebony threw her against the wall. Eve cried out in pain as her body was slammed against the hard merciless rock again and again. He wasn't letting her get the chance to defend herself. He was trying to weaken her so he could finish her off. He was taking his time so he could enjoy himself. She couldn't let herself be beaten by him. She had been trained by the best Nightmare had to offer. She had beaten guys like him before with no problem. What was so different about this one? She had to get herself together and counter attack. She turned around to see him coming at her again. She moved and he punched the canyon wall instead of her. He didn't seem to feel it. Either that or he was good at not showing pain. His fist had left a crater where his punch had landed. She tried to kick him but he caught her foot and pushed it away.
The pain she was feeling was making her sluggish. She cursed to herself and tried dodging more of his attacks. More hit her than were dodged. She saw then that it wasn't because that he was stronger or better than she was, he was merely faster. Speed was the deciding factor in this one on one fight. And that was not good for her in her present state. She kept backing away so he couldn't hit her. Ebony lifted his leg and grabbed something out of his boot. He then sprinted forward at his top speed as Eve tried to counter him. He dodged her fist and drove whatever he had into her side. Eve's eyes widened a bit as she felt the cold hard steel enter her flesh grinding against the bone. And then the impact of the hilt smashing into her ribs. Her painful scream echoed throughout the canyon to Reala's ears.
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Reala's heart almost stopped upon hearing her scream. Adrenaline began to rush through his veins as a foreboding fear implanted itself within him. Reala played it cool trying hard not to let the fear show in his eyes. He firmly planted his boot against Nights' stomach and kicked him away. Then he turned to see Eve falling down the canyon. He holstered his sword and dove down past Ebony and into the canyon. "EVE!!!" she was unconscious having had smacked her head on a ledge when she had begun to fall. The river was coming up hastily. He was too far away from her. She hit the river and he dove in after her. Reala searched around as far as he could see under the cloudy water. The current was strong and he fought hard against it. But he couldn't find her so he resurfaced to see if she had.
He emerged to the surface and levitated out and above the water and looked for her. Reala then spotted something and flew over to find her hat was caught on a rock. He picked it up out of the water and looked around frantically. She wasn't there, the river had swallowed her up. Reala stared at the hat and became a wreck. His emotions ran wild, hate, anger, pain, and sorrow began to well up inside him. He yelled at the top of his lungs as tears spilled from his eyes. And for a moment the battle seemed to stop with all eyes on him. He glared up at Ebony with pure hatred that burned its way to the surface. Ebony had a grin of satisfaction on his face. Reala roared as he darted up at the Maren. Ebony knew that Reala wasn't nearly as quick as he was and he could easily get away. Reala all of a sudden picked up speed and seemed to vanish.
"Ebony! Get out of there!" Nights yelled at him to retreat but it was too late. The Maren had been so blind he didn't even see it coming. Reala appeared again right in front of him and drove his clawed hand into Ebony's chest. He gasped as Reala grabbed hold of his heart. Now Reala was the one with a satisfied look on his face. Ebony began to choke on his own blood. He coughed it up and it ran down his mouth to his chin.
"Burn in hell you bastard…" with that Reala ripped out his heart. Nights watched horrified from up above the battle. He had never seen his brother act like that over a female before. Reala's heart was aching and he made sure that this bastard could feel it to before he took his last breath. He threw the organ aside as the body slowly fell from the sky. Reala felt satisfied to have avenged his love, but he still hurt. It felt like apart of him had died along with her. Even fighting his brother again would be a waste of time. Nothing seemed worth it anymore. The battle, the entire war… It was all nothing if Eve wasn't there by his side. This battle was over for him. Reala glided over to the ledge and picked up Eves sword and then down the river to see if he could find her body. She deserved to have a proper burial at least.
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A half a day later, Nights was gliding along the river that went through the Mystic forest. It wasn't too far from the base of the rebels. He was his shift to patrol the area that night. He may have been the General of the Rebel Army but that didn't mean he could escape patrol duty. He looked across the river and noticed a young girl with sandy blonde hair. She was human; she must be a dreamer. But then he noticed that something else was with her. He glided over to investigate. Nights found that the thing that was next her was the female Nightmaren that Reala had acted so strangely over the day before, the one that was said to have replaced his position in the Nightmare army, the Black Rose herself. Even stranger still that the river current had carried her all the way to the Mystic forest. The most remarkable thing was that she was alive. Nights drew his sword and the human girl stood in front of her protectively. Nights' red Ideya began to flash for some reason. He looked down at it curiously.
"Why are you protecting her? She's an evil Maren." The girl did not answer but shook her head no. She kneeled back down to the wounded Maren and placed her hands on either side of the stab wound. Nights was surprised that this dreamer knew of the power to take control of ones dream. Almost all dreamers did not. The girl made Eve's stab wound heal itself. When she finished she turned to Nights again who holstered his sword. She moved Eves' wet hair away from her forehead and pointed to the crescent mark. Nights instantly recognized it and knew exactly what it was. The upside-down crescent was Wizemans' crest. After he defected, Wizeman placed a more powerful spell on his minions whose loyalty he questioned. But how did this dreamer know that. Dreamers couldn't detect magic spells like some Maren could. He noticed there was another spell on her that he hadn't seen before. "Is this what you were trying to tell me?" she nodded. Dreamers did have the ability to communicate in their dreams; Nights didn't understand why she didn't speak.
Eve stirred and the human looked down at her. She looked up and Nights and waved goodbye and then she vanished just like that. Now Nights was worried, Dreamers didn't just disappear like that. They had to have the alarm clock doorway to wake up. She must have not been a dreamer at all. Whatever the case he would find out soon enough. Nights picked her up off of the river shore and carried her to a dryer spot. The girl had healed the wounds that would of killed her but she still had all the bumps and bruises that Ebony had given her. He felt bad about Ebony, but thinking about it he probably would have done the same. Nights wouldn't have ripped out his heart, but he would have killed him none the less. If Ebony had killed the one that he loved. The only bad thing was that she wasn't dead at all. Nights set her down on a soft bed of grass and began to build a fire to warm her up. Maybe he could talk some sense into her. Tell her that Wizeman was controlling her. She must have been an asset to Wizemans' army if he had to put a spell on her to keep her loyal to him.
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Eve felt herself being thrown around by the current of the river. Tumbling, rolling and being smacked against rocks. She was under the water so long she was surprised that she hadn't drowned. And right when she felt like her body could take no more abuse, someone grabbed her and pulled her ashore. Eve opened her eyes slightly and saw who had saved her. The human dreamer that she had seen before in her chamber. She had a red aura around her. Eve could see her perfectly but everything around them was a blur of colors. She then noticed someone else coming toward them. She could see him clearly too, he had a red glow on his chest and his aura was white.
She could see him talking but she could not hear what he said. The girl went in front of her as if protecting her from him. When that happened, the girls' red aura flared and the red glow on his chest began to flash. Then she turned back to Eve and placed her hands on her side. Eve could feel the energy flowing into her and repairing the fatal wound that Ebony had inflicted on her. For some reason she could not speak to the human this time. She could see him talking to the girl for a few seconds before she vanished again. That's when everything around Eve began to fade into black once more.
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Eve opened her eyes slowly, she felt like she'd been sat on by Puffy. Her entire body hurt especially her side where that ass hole stabbed her. She felt along her side but there was no stab wound. "That stab wound is gone?" She asked herself as she tried to sit up to look but the pain from her bruised rips stopped her and she lay back down. Eve looked around but her vision was blurred, probably from all those blows to the head she received. Not to mention her head was pounding. Where was she anyway? She felt the warmth from a fire nearby. Someone must have been around somewhere because she certainly didn't build it. She heard wood being dropped to the right of her. Eve turned her head to look but all she saw was the blurred figure of a Nightmaren. She blinked a few times to see if that would help but it didn't. "Who are you!?" she demanded.
"A friend…" the soft voice of a male replied.
"I'll be the judge of that… Now who are you?" She tried to get up once more but the pain stopped her again.
"You shouldn't move, you've been hurt pretty badly."
"Tell me something I don't know…" He ignored her sarcasm.
"So what's your name?"
"…Eve…" she hoped this time he would answer her question.
"I am Nights." Eve hissed at the mention of his name and stood up even though her body protested it greatly.
"Get back! I warn you even injured I am capable of killing you!" Nights shook his head.
"I have no intention of fighting you Eve… If I wanted to kill you, you'd be dead already. Besides you can't even see clearly let alone stand without experiencing great pain." It unnerved her the way he could spot weaknesses so easily.
"Then what is it you want?"
"I wish only to talk."
"Talk about what?"
"Your situation… it is rather strange."
"What's so strange about it?"
"Nightmaren are supposed to protect dreamers from dangers while they are here in the Dream World. Yet just a little while ago I witnessed a dreamer protecting a Nightmaren."
"Yeah so what's your point?"
"She was protecting you… She even healed that stab wound on your side." Eves' face softened as she remembered that vision. Had that really happened? She thought only Jackle and she were the only ones who could see her.
"You saw her?"
"Yes I did. She showed me that you aren't what you seem."
"What do you mean?"
"That mark on your forehead… It isn't supposed to be there. It's a spell that Wizeman placed on you to keep you loyal to him."
"Why should I believe you?"
"Because deep down you already know it's true." Eve became silent and blinked a few times noticing that the image she was seeing was sharpening more and more with each passing moment. Pretty soon she could see clearly again. Nights was sitting on a tree stump just a few feet away from her. He looked exactly like what she had been told. Striking blue eyes, and long straight blonde hair. He looked somewhat like Reala in body structure. But everything else didn't look a thing like Reala. Complete opposites yet exactly the same. It was hard to believe that they were brothers.
"Reala…" she murmured to herself "he must be going out of his mind right now." She looked off toward Nightmare.
"And you can't be all bad… You've done something no one has been able to do."
"Oh yeah? And what might that be?"
"You've taught Reala how to love… You've encouraged my hope that my brother might yet be saved from the darkness."
"You mean you still care about him even though he wants your head?" Nights nodded. Reala never mentioned Nights, let alone said that he cared about him. Of course he was a master at hiding his feelings from everyone. Just not here, well not anymore. Eve was able to read his emotions like a book.
"Yes. But if we loose this war and Wizeman gets what he wants. I'll only have his memory."
"Why do you say that?"
"Do you even know what you're fighting for?"
"Yeah…. We're fighting for…" Eve thought for a moment. She really didn't know what it was she was fighting for.
"You're fighting for Wizeman, to help him gain control of the dream world. Once he does that then he'll look to the waking world to steal the red Ideya. If Wizeman takes over the Dream World and the Waking World, he'll have no more use for you or any of his minions. This place and everything else will be a hellish nightmare. There will be no place for good dreams. Everyone in both worlds will be trapped in an eternal nightmare. Is that really what you want." She was silent for a moment. "If you insist on going back to Nightmare just remember that you are of great importance to Wizeman. No doubt he's been trying to locate your body to revive it. The spell he has you under makes him able to find you no matter where you are."
"Then why hasn't he found me yet?"
"This part of the forest is protected from Wizemans eyes. By this time he has probably given up."
"I… I have to go now…" she turned to leave but Nights grabbed her arm. She looked back at him.
"Think about what I said Eve. Whatever is so important about you he won't let you go until you have fulfilled your duty to him or given him what he wants." He let go of her. She said nothing and continued to fly away. Nights watched her go and hoped he had gotten through to her, for her and Reala's sake.
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Reala returned to Nightmare Castle after four long hours of searching. He had been unsuccessful in locating her body. He felt like his whole world had ended. He just wanted to go back to his chamber, but a snip caught sight of him. "Reala sir?"
"What!!?" the snip cowered away.
"Lord Wizeman wants to see you." Reala growled fiercely. Wizeman was the last person he wanted to see right now. He glided away toward Wizemans' throne room. He went in and found Wizeman hovering by the window.
"Come closer Reala…" he did so and went closer. Wizeman turned to him. "Tell me Reala… How is it that you managed to get Eve killed and abandon the army resulting in our DEFEAT!!?" Reala was silent. "Eve was the key to putting this war into our favor Reala. And I told you that she was your responsibility. I told you what would happen to you if harm came to her. Now she's dead and we're back to square 1…" Reala became even more frustrated by this lecture.
"I tried to get to her sir but Nights got in my way…" Reala retorted coldly.
"Nights… he's always your excuse. Let's face it Reala, I should have had a more qualified Nightmaren to train her… You obviously didn't do a very good job."
"Then you shouldn't of given the responsibility to me in the first place!!" one of Wizeman's hands fly up and knocked Reala back. Reala wiped the blood from his lip and got back up. He knew what was coming next. Wizeman did this whenever he was angry or frustrated and needed some one to take out his frustrations out on or if he wanted to punish Reala for failing. He would beat him to a bloody pulp. It would take him a week or two at the least to recover from the injuries.
"I don't like your tone Reala… and I think it's time you received your punishment for all your faults…"
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Eve came upon the castle and entered with no trouble. She stopped to ask someone where Reala was when she came upon Jackle. "Eve?"
"Jackle? Where's Reala?"
"He's in seeing Wizeman… I thought you were dead…"
"Does it look like I'm dead to you?" Jackle shook his head.
"No…" Eve said nothing more and glided off to Wizemans' throne room. She came to the giant doors of the throne room but was stopped by the guards.
"Let me pass…"
"Sorry Wizeman said no one may enter. That means no one." The head guard said.
"Do you even know who I am?"
"No and I don't care. I'm not going to get in trouble for disobeying orders."
"I am General Eve… Now step aside."
"Impossible, we just heard she was killed in battle." Eve was getting frustrated with everyone saying she was dead.
"Hey Eve just out of curiosity, where have you been?" Jackle asked gliding up to her. Eve turned to him and the guards straightened up.
"I was carried down the river and my dead cold body washed up onto a bank." She turned to the guards with a zombie look on her face. "And now I wander Nightmare in search of lazy guardsmen to suck the life force from their bodies to replenish myself." The guards' faces turned a bit pale as she crouched over a bit and rose her hands up into the air. "I think I found some." She licked her lips and looked like she was ready to pounce on them. "Bone appetite." Jackle looked confused and the guardsmen flew away posthaste. Eve straightened up after they were out of sight laughing slightly. "I was only kidding… gees, what a couple of wusses."
"So what happened exactly?" Eve turned back to him.
"I'll tell you later. Right now I have to…" she was interrupted by one of the giant doors opening with a loud creak. She turned to look to see who was coming out and she saw Reala step out and close the door behind him.
"Reala!?" She then noticed that something was very wrong. There was blood all over him.
"…Eve…" His voice came out more like a whisper. She rushed over to him as he collapsed into her arms. "Your alive…"
"It'll take a lot more than that to kill me Reala." Eve looked him over; he had been beaten up badly, even worst than she had been. She looked up at Jackle in anger. "Who did this to him!?"
"Wizeman did…" Jackle said as he stared down at them. Wizeman must have been really pissed to beat him up that badly. Jackle had never seen him so beaten up before. Normally he could just exit Wizeman's chamber and fly straight to his chamber. But this time he couldn't even walk let alone fly. Eve then knew what Nights had meant. Wizeman didn't care if he had killed Reala or not. If he had died he would have just brought him back to life. She looked down at Reala who was now unconscious. Tears welled up in her eyes as she held him close to her. And for some strange reason she felt she had been through something like this with Reala once before. Instantly the black mark on her forehead vanished leaving no trace it was ever there.
"Jackle, help me…" she looked up at him with tears still in her eyes.
"Help you?" It was strange to see her that way. He had never seen her cry over anything. She was a tough cookie. She didn't even cry when Reala had hit her in the gut with the hilt of his sword during a training session. It took her a while to catch her breath but she didn't cry.
"Help me carry him back to the chamber…" Eve turned Reala over onto his back.
"But I was about to go…"
"NOW!"
"Yes ma'am…" Jackle did as he was told. He saw what happened to a couple of Maren that had pissed her off before. He glided over and grabbed Reala's feet and lifted him up while Eve picked him up but the arms. They carried him to the chamber but instead of going to Reala's Chamber like Jackle had thought they were going. Eve turned to her Chamber and led them in. "Nice joint you got here…" Eve remained silent and led them into the living room where they set Reala down on the couch.
"Jackle, after I clean him up, can you do something for me?" Jackle couldn't help but noticed the desperate tone in her voice.
"What?"
"Can you use that Teleportation spell to get us out of the castle?"
"Yeah… why?"
"Because, I think we need to get out of the castle for a while…" She looked him straight in the eyes. Like if he took them they weren't coming back… ever.
"You mean your def…" the rest of his sentence was muffled when Eve jumped up and placed her hand over his mouth.
"Don't say it out loud…" she whispered harshly while removing her hand from his mouth. "Wizeman has spies everywhere…" Jackle lowered his voice to a whisper.
"You're defecting?"
"I'm not defecting… I was never loyal to Wizeman to begin with."
"If you were never loyal to him then why were you working for him?"
"I don't remember anything before that. He said he created me but I don't believe him, not anymore." That's when Jackle noticed that her black mark was gone.
"He had you under a spell?"
"Yes… I think I had a life before this. But Wizeman stole my memories away from me." She went back to Reala's side and sat beside the couch. "I trust you Jackle, I consider you to be my friend, if you just take us there and leave I'll understand. You don't have to be subjected to our fate. Wizeman will probably make you the new General of the Army…" Jackle grinned widely.
"Hmmm… General Jackle, I like the sound of that…"
"Yeah, and you'll also be the target of Wizeman's fury when you fail." His grin disappeared. Her words had much truth in them. If Wizeman didn't have Reala to beat up on he'd be the next best thing.
"You know it sounds tempting but I think I'll pass." Jackle thought about it for a few minutes. "You know I never did like it here… they say I'm the Master Mage yet I'm always being treated like the messenger boy…" Eve grinned at his remark. "Just let me go pack a few things while you patch him up." Jackle exited the chamber and went off to his own chamber. He couldn't believe what he was doing. He was actually defecting. He had always laughed at the defectors that had been caught before. And now he was going to do it… Normally he would not of even considered it. But when Eve told him that she trusted him that did it. Nobody ever told him that they trusted him let alone said that he was a friend.
The place was packed full of shelves that were filled with books. He grabbed a little sack and spoke an incantation. Every book and magic item he had flouted up into the air and came to him. They shrunk small about penny sized and went into the bag. Everything fit nicely and the chamber looked somewhat bare without the books and such. He used another sack for some blankets and pillows. No way he was going to sleep on the hard dirty ground. He thought about what else they would need. Well they would need food and water, and a place to sleep. He decided to take a trip to the dinning hall might as well be prepared. Jackle tied the little sacks to his belt and they immediately disappeared. He loved his magic cloak it was so handy.
It was late in the castle, which meant there wouldn't be many in the dinning hall at this hour. But they always had food out for anyone who wanted to come and get it. At this time of night though they only had dry foods. Biscuits, donuts, cakes, and rolls nothing major. It would be fine for them to have, food was food any shape or form. Jackle did this often before he had to leave for a battle. That's how some knew a battle was coming when they saw the Master Mage taking a large amount of dry food from the castle. They knew that he absolutely hated camp prepared food, not many did. He took half of each and shrunk them into a sack. Now they wouldn't have to worry about being hungry. At least for a few days anyway. He returned to the chamber of Eve after a half-hour. Eve came out of the bedroom and looked at him questioningly. "Where have you been?"
"I've been packing… I wasn't going to leave all my spell books here… I even brought you some sacks to put your stuff in." he smiled and held up the small sacks. Eve looked at it oddly became confused.
"Um how are we going to fit anything into those?"
"Shrink it all of course. How else could I fit all my books into one bag?"
"You got me…"
"Just get the stuff you want to take and I'll put it in." Eve raised a brow and went to do so. She grabbed a few things she thought she would need and then went over to Reala's chamber. He didn't really have anything of value or special meaning. But she did find their swords standing beside the chamber door. Reala must of put them there before he went to see Wizeman. She grabbed them and then left the room heading back into hers. She found Jackle waiting for her inside. Eve holstered her sword. She let Jackle cast his spell and put her stuff into the small sacks.
"Neat trick." Jackle laughed.
"You haven't seen anything yet… Ready to go?"
"Yes… let's get out of this hell hole…" Eve glided into the bedroom next to Reala. Jackle followed her and levitated beside them. He chanted the spell and the three of them disappeared from the chamber. They appeared in the Mystic Forest a long way from the castle. The trees were tall and green with leaves. And there was a soft breeze that carried the sound of chirping crickets to their ears.
"Now we need a place to stay for the night." They looked for a shelter and after a while were successful in finding a few fallen trees that made the perfect structure. It hadn't been hard to see in the dark with their cat like eyesight. All they needed was a lot of wood to cover the open areas. And there was plenty of foliage to hide it from any unwanted eyes. With a little hard work and magic they completed it. They got Reala's unconscious form inside of the shelter and laid him upon one of Eves' blankets that she had brought. It was a large teepee shaped shelter with a funnel at the top with a cover in case it rained. Jackle had cast a spell that made the wood waterproof. It rained a lot in the Mystic Forest. The trees required a lot of water to keep them all green and lively.
Eve and Jackle sat around a small fire in the middle of the teepee like shelter. Reala was only a few feet away from Eve. She always looked back at him to make sure he was all right. Jackle stuck his clawed hand into one of his bags and pulled out his bedding. It was weird watching him do it. The bedding became normal sized the instant it was out of the bag. Almost like popcorn popping from it's kernel. After he finished setting up his bed on the other side of the teepee he came back over to the fire. He handed her a cake she took it from him and began to munch on it slowly. "So what are we going to do now?" Jackle asked while munching on a roll. Eve looked up at him.
"I don't know… I guess we wait for Reala to get better before we decide." She looked over at Reala again.
"Don't worry about him Eve… He'll be fine in a few days. Nightmaren heal rapidly you know." Eve looked down at herself.
"I've noticed." A lot of her scratches and bruises had healed themselves up already. Her ribs still hurt thought if she moved the wrong way.
"Well one things for sure we're going to be hunted by both sides now… I wouldn't be worried about the Nightmare Soldiers; the rebel soldier's are another matter completely. They do have many good fighters on their side."
"We'll just have to be careful…" they both finished off their food and spoke very little after that. Jackle took off his cloak and hat so they wouldn't be wrinkled when he slept. She saw his suit for the first time ever. It was quite different from a normal Nightmaren suit, course Jackle wasn't normal so she thought that maybe that was a good thing. Eve had always thought that Jackle was a puny little mage who used no brawn but magic. When in fact Jackle was quite muscular for a mage. He just didn't go showing it off like Reala did with his suit that was pretty tight in some places. But it was getting late and Eve was tired from her hectic day. Who wouldn't be if they had been in a battle for a four hours, then almost killed? Healed slightly by that dreamer, Only to be lectured by the enemy leader. And returned home to find that her lord had almost killed her lover. She glided over to Reala and made sure he was comfortable then she lay down next to him. Jackle lay down on his bedding and closed his eyes. "Good night Jackle…"
"Night Eve… oh Eve I just remembered something."
"What is it Jackle?"
"You never told me what was so special about you that made Wizeman make you general."
"You know Jackle, I don't really know why… Now try to get some sleep" Jackle laid back with his arms folded behind his head And soon his eyelids closed and he was asleep. As the night continued on Jackle awoke to the sound of a twig snapping. He looked around and found that Eve and Reala were still lying across the shelter from him. Must have been an animal outside or something. He shrugged and lay back down in his makeshift bed. Then he heard something else when he sat up to look again she saw something he hadn't expected. A young girl standing in the doorway of the shelter. It was too dark to see her features but he could tell that she was human. "A dreamer?" why would a dreamer come in here of all places? As he watched her enter further for some reason he felt that she didn't seem like a normal dreamer. In fact he was positive that she wasn't. "Who are you?" he asked softly. She looked over at him for a moment before she kneeled down beside Reala. She placed her hands over him. Jackle watched as her hands became engulfed in red light that soon flowed into Reala. Not knowing what she was doing he yelled out at her. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" She then vanished from view as Eve shot up.
"What's going on?" She asked sleepily.
"Did you see that?" Jackle asked.
"See what?" Eve stretched and yawned.
"That dreamer girl that was in here just a second ago." Eve looked over at him.
"Did she have sandy blonde hair and green eyes?"
"I couldn't tell what color hair or eyes she had it was to dark to tell. But she was doing something to Reala." Eve looked over at Reala. He seemed to look better then he did. Even thought Nightmaren could see very well in the dark she wanted to make sure.
"Make some light…" Jackle picked up a tiny bag and opened it up, put his hand in and pulled out some glimmering dust. He then flouted over to the smoldering fire and cast the dust into it. Fire exploded from the ashes lighting up the teepee like shelter again. Eve looked again. Her eyes hadn't deceived her Reala did indeed look very much better. Jackle flouted over to take a look. He scratched his head. Reala had just undergone 4 days worth of healing… No… That girl must have done it… Why would she heal him? The dream world works in mysterious ways Jackle thought to himself. This Dreamer wasn't only protecting her but her lover as well. Eve smiled as she looked down at Reala. Jackle went back over to his bed but didn't sleep until he thought it would be safe doing so. If a dreamer could find them a Nightmaren surely could as well.