I float. No. No, I definitely fall. Was I not just standing proud? Why should I fall? This pain is not what I expected; this can't be right. I should be standing, but I don't think I should move. . .
"He's beginning to stir."
Someone spoke. I hear . . . where is the eye? I saw an eye before, but now . . . My eyes are open now, and that eye is before me! No . . . no, there are two eyes here. Two eyes in a pale face. A hideous face, at that. Who is this red and black one before me, and why do I feel that I should spit in those very eyes? Can I spit?
Who is this that I see? How could I have missed her before? Her eyes sparkle like stars in the sky, and she is beauiful beyond anything I ever could imagine. I could stand tall and proud for her. The Eye saw me stand proud. I can see it now. As much as the beauty of this one compels me to keep my gaze on her, I cannot ignore the Eye now that I know it is watching me. I must be proud for the eye, for he determines my worth. He determines my use and my usefulness. I can stand proud for the Eye now.

"Is . . . is he aware?" Nightingale inquired in a soft, uncertain voice. She wasn't sure that she liked how intently those beautiful deep blue eyes focused on her before being drawn to their Master. Reala hushed her with a glance.
The Nightmaren who stood before them was deep blue, almost completely. There were but a few accents: his waist, around his collar, just at the ends of his arms were a darker blue, almost black. He bowed to Wizeman. "What would you have me do, Master?"
Reala smirked smugly. "This one knows his place. . ." Nightingale flushed., lowering her gaze before gazing up at the towering form of Wizeman.
The blue Nightmaren's voice had a touch of awe in it, as though he would just as proudly do his Master's bidding as he was standing with pride before his inspecting eyes now.
Wizeman sounded pleased as he extended another stony hand to inspect his newest Nightmaren. "Bow." The single word was an undeniable command. Without hesitation, the new Nightmaren turned his proud stance into a deep bow of submission and respect.
Nightingale watched with great interest before realizing that Reala had also executed a courtly yet deeply respectful bow. She flailed in dismay for a moment before dropping into a low, respectful curtsey.
Wizeman noted his Nightmaren's varying degrees of obedience with some satisfaction. "Rise." Reala straightened proudly, glancing to the new 'Maren expectantly.
The blue Nightmaren rose back to his proud stance, complying smartly. Nightingale sighed in relief, rising as well. She turned to watch the blue Nightmaren, finding herself fascinated. This was the end result of molding the Dreamer Aaron's negative energy. This must have been similar to her own creation. It was a possibility that fully aroused Nightingale's curiosity.
The blue Nightmaren stood calmly at his position of attention, waiting silently for some indication of what he should do next. Until his Master told him otherwise, he would remain still and reverant. It was a great honor for him to be here in the presence of his Master.
Wizeman radiated satisfaction. "You will accompany Reala and Nightingale. Reala is your General." Reala lifted his head proudly. Nightingale watched the blue Nightmaren, studying each movement.
A hint of dissatisfaction crossed the face of the blue Nightmaren for a brief momenet at hearing that the red and black one was to be his General. Someone such as this one could not possibly be worthy of a position as a general officer under the Master. But if the Master willed it, so it would be. "Your will be done, Master."

Wizeman was silent. That his will would be carried out was unquestionable.
Reala nodded. "Come." He bowed to Wizeman before gliding toward the doors that had opened to accomodate them. Nightingale fell in beside her new companion, not daring to speak yet.
The blue one bowed as well, turning as he was dismissed to follow Reala out the door. His thoughts turned now, once again, to the beautiful Nightingale. Now this, this was one who was surely worthy to be a Captain of many.
Nightingale slowed her pace as she felt those deep blue eyes on her again. She turned and was stunned to meet that gaze. It was enough of a shock to halt the violet Nightmaren in her tracks.
The blue one stopped with her, looking concerned. "Are you alright, Lady Nightingale?" He asked. Nightingale felt herself flushing slightly. "Fine." She replied and jogged after Reala, preferring to use her feet rather than fly as most 'Maren did. The blue Nightmaren preferred to fly, but as the Lady Nightingale walked, so would he walk, and he went out behind her on foot.
Nightingale sighed as she noticed the pains this newcomer was taking to stay with her. "Do you have a name?" She finally snapped the question out, not liking her name to be known when she had none for this blue Nightmaren yet.
This question almost stopped him again. Did he have a name? Of course, he did. What kind of a Nightmaren was not given a name by the Master? "I am Knight, my Lady." Nightingale hesitated. "K . . . Knight. . .?" She shook her head, turning cold to hide her surprise at hearing that name again. "Just call me Nightingale, it's my only title."
He made a slight bow. "As you wish, Nightingale." Nightingale flushed, then sped up, eager to get back to Reala's lair without any further awkwardness.

"Picusha, I'm ho-ome!" NiGHTS singsonged playfully as the crew finally made it back to the campsite. Tier tensed, its affection for the cold and silent healer, Picusha was well known.
Aaron smiled at Tier, patting its arm. He knew that there was probably no better Nightmaren for Tier to see now than Picusha. Molly smiled as well, charmed by Tier's innocent infatuation with Picusha. "Let's help Tier get to Picusha, it probably needs some attention. . ." Tier blushed. Shara flew out from underneath, leaving the Dreamers with Tier. "As you like. It's too bright for me. . ." The Shadow'Maren flitted for the nearest patch of darkness.
Jesse itself was not very fond of the brightness of the light outside of Nightmare, but it felt content to stay with the dreamers. Aaron nodded. "It's not far now."
NiGHTS smiled. "I was going to check on Palis, but now I think that I might just retire to my tent, it's been a tiring night. . ."
Molly leaned over to whisper to Aaron. "I think that's NiGHTSese for let the lovebirds have some alone time. . ." She grinned.
Aaron blushed, but still smiled. He gave Molly a short hug. "I am glad to be with you again after what happened in Nightmare . . . The whole thing . . . I know it must have been worse for you, and I . . . I want you to know that I'm sorry for the things that I did back then."
Molly blinked in surprise, blushing. "Ah . . . I . . ." She hesitated, would it be stupid to point out that she had meant Tier and Picusha? Then again, she did want to talk to Aaron. . .
Molly cleared her throat, smiling sheepishly. "I'm not sure what you mean, but let's not worry. You didn't do anything wrong that I'm aware of. . ."
Aaron winced. "I supposed it's behind me now . . . as long as you've forgiven me, everything is okay." He smiled, feeling better already.
"Y. . . yeah. . ." Molly winced as her voice wobbled, embarrassed. Why was she suddenly having such a hard time spitting her thoughts out? Aaron blinked, looking concerned. "Is . . . everything okay?" he wondered. "Are you alright?"

Molly blushed further. "Yeah, I'm okay. . ." She cleared her throat again. "I guess I'm still kind of in shock from that Nightingale thing. . ."
Aaron nodded, trying to be understanding. "Don't worry too much about her. She's just another Nightmaren." He found it a little hard to say that after she had helped him in Nightmare, even if she had ultimately given them away to Wizeman.
Molly nodded, quiet and thoughtful. She was starting to feel slightly dazed and confused. Aaron didn't really know what to say or do. He wanted to help her, but he had no clue what he would have to do in order to make that so.
Molly blinked. "I wish that I could remember more. . ." She sighed, looking at Aaron sadly. He shook his head. "I don't think you really do. . ." Molly blinked, blue grey eyes slightly glassy. "It would make this easier if I could . . . it's like a chunk of my life's missing. . ."
Aaron smiled. "It was all just a bad dream, and it's over now." Molly smiled. "Thanks, Aaron. . ." She lowered her gaze, unsure of what to do or say next. Usually this was where Tier popped in with some lovebirds comment or some complaint. She blinked at the Nightmaren. Aaron gave Molly another short hug, wrapping one arm around her and giving her a little squeeze. Noticing that she was looking to Tier he did as well, wondering if it had said or done something he missed.
Molly blinked, blushing further. Tier had both hands over its face, murmuring to itself. "Please no needles, please no needles. . ." It was clearly not completely happy about seeing Picusha. Molly blinked at Tier, then at Aaron. Aaron, in turn, blinked at Tier, then Molly.

NiGHTS blinked at all the blinking. "What's the blinking, morse code?" He pushed back the flap of the healer's tent to let the trio enter. Molly blinked again, then chuckled. Aaron blinked morse code for S O S. "I only know two letters," he admitted. Molly grinned. "Same here, and I learned that from a commercial. . ."
Aaron laughed, remembering some kind of dishwashing commercial. "With the little pads and dishwashing soap, right?" Molly laughed back. "You got it!" NiGHTS and Tier looked blank. There were times then Dreamers simply made no sense.
Aaron followed Molly into the tent, making sure that Tier wasn't going to bolt to get away from the needles that it was so sure it was to encounter in the healer's tent.
"Please let there be no needles. . ." Tier whimpered, allowing itself to be herded into the tent but not looking at all pleased about it.
NiGHTS hovered outside, watching the Dreamers lead Tier in. He chuckled before turning to go, blinking as he remembered the blue and grey Nightmaren following. NiGHTS smiled at Jesse. "They'll be fine, would you like me to show you around the main camp?"
Jesse smiled excitedly. "Yes, please." It nodded its head, eager to see the glorious camp that the rebels must keep. After all, they were lead by NiGHTS. NiGHTS grinned and nodded. "Come on." He took flight, heading past the tents of the camp. Jesse flitted quickly to his side, matching his speed and direction.

In the tent, a pale blue Nightmaren with lacy ruffles on the chest, collar, and cuffs looked up as Tier and the Dreamers entered. Tier blushed, trying to dig its heels in. "Um, I feel ok now. . ."
Aaron gave Tier a mock frown. "Nonsense. Now lay down and we'll see how many needles we can fit in you." He smiled to show Tier he was kidding. Tier's eyes widened and it tried to bolt for the flap. Molly gasped and hung on as tightly as she could. "Aaron, that wasn't funny!"
Aaron covered his mouth for a second before he could compose himself. "I'm sorry, Tier, I didn't mean it. If I really wanted to stick needles in you, would I tell you before I did it?" He reached up to help Molly restrain it. "Come on, Tier. You know I was only joking."
Tier frowned. "Needles are no joking matter, Aaron!" Molly grinned. "Oh I dunno, it might be funny to stick a few in him and see how HE likes it. . ." Tier blinked, then grinned mischievously at Aaron.
Aaron's face turned white. "I never stuck any needles in anyone, now!" He sounded quite defensive, and he shuddered at the thought. Molly couldn't resist, she released Tier and threw her arms around Aaron in a big hug. "You and Tier could be related. . ." Aaron smiled, the color returning to his face as he slipped his arms around her waist and hugged her back. "Maybe we are in some strange way that no one understands yet. . ." He grinned. Molly stepped back as soon as he had released her, pretending to compare him with Tier. "Hmm. . ."
The blue Nightmaren appeared beside Tier, who blinked. "Um . . . hi, Pucisha. . . I mean P . . .Picusha. . . I mean . . . please don't hurt me!"
Aaron, once again, had to cover his mouth to keep himself from laughing. "Tier, Picusha is a healer; it won't hurt you." "We think." Molly added, well aware that the rebels considered Picusha far more frightening than Reala at times.
Aaron stuck his tongue out at Molly. "I was going for the reassurance on that one." Molly shrugged, smiling to herself for no good reason. Tier whimpered as Picusha took it by the arm, pulling it away from the humans. Aaron waved to it, smiling. "Good luck, Tier!" Tier whimpered. Molly waved as well. "You'll be fine, big guy."
Molly grinned at Aaron, amused.

Tier wailed as Picusha casually dragged it to a table for a look over. "HELP ME!" Molly winced, glancing at Aaron. "Yeesh, Tier must REALLY hate needles!" Aaron smiled a litte. "I can understand how it feels. I'm not very fond of needles myself." He chuckled. "Maybe that needles comment I made before was a little more mean spirited than I thought." Molly grinned. "Aww, Tier's tough. It's our protector, after all!" She giggled at the thought of shy, cowardly Tier being a protector.
Aaron smiled as well. "It's never let me down before!" Molly smiled, suddenly shy. "Or me, I guess . . . but you've known Tier longer than I have. . ."
"Not that much longer, really. . ." Aaron returned Molly's smile, hoping to cheer her a little. He felt she was a little regretful, for lack of a better word, for not having known Tier as long. Molly shrugged. "I don't know, I wasn't myself when we met. So for me, it seems like I've only known Tier for a short time. . ."
Aaron shrugged back. "Tier doesn't seem to feel any differently about you," he told her. "You gave just as much as I did to save it." Molly blushed at the memory. "Yeah, but I hesitated. You were by Tier in an instant. . ."
Aaron put his hand on Molly's arm. "And I can't tell you you were wrong to hesitate. We had to give something very dear to us, and I can't blame you for wanting to give a little thought to what you were doing. You considered all the consequences of giving up your Red Ideya for Tier, and you still did it." Molly placed her hand over his, smiling. "Thanks, Aaron."

A glowering Picusha appeared behind them, silently shooing them from the tent. Aaron's smile returned with hers, and he chuckled a little as Picusha herded them out of the healer's tent.
Molly grinned, jogging out. She laughed as the flap was shut behind them. "Was Picusha always so anti-social?" She smiled, but felt a little guilty. Picusha's muteness was a result of the battle that had been waged to save NiGHTS and herself. Aaron smiled a bit ruefully. "Not always quite this much. . ." Molly looked a little sad, then shrugged. "Well, hopefully this is only temporary. . ."
"Even the deepest wounds will eventually heal if given the proper care," was Aaron's reply. Molly nodded. "That's true, but there are always scars. . ." Aaron sighed. "You're right. . ." Molly realized her blunder and gasped. "Oh Aaron, I didn't mean that! I . . . oh dear, I've put my foot in my mouth big time!" She winced, mentally kicking herself. Of course Aaron still felt bad for what he had done to her when she had been Nightingale, and here she had practically told him that she held it against him!
Aaron smiled. "Don't worry. Everything will turn out alright." Molly nodded, red faced. "Yes."

Reala flew to his throne, seating himself and looking down at the two Nightmaren before him.
Nightingale gazed up, standing beside Knight. Knight stood beside her quietly, waiting for instruction. He didn't trust himself to open his mouth first, and it probably wasn't what Reala wanted anyway.
Nightingale stood silently, gazing at Knight out of the corner of her eye. Knight was beginning to wonder if they were actually expecting him to say something first. To one degree or another, it seemed to him that all eyes were on him.
Nightingale flicked her eyes back up to Reala, who was simply watching.
After a while, Reala smirked. "So . . . it seems that you have a new playmate, Nightingale."
Nightingale flushed. "I have no desire for any other companion, my lord."
Knight tried to hide the disappointment from showing on his face. Already she was rejecting him.
Reala waved a clawed hand dismissively. "I did not ask what you desired, Nightingale. I am not tutoring another halfbreed. He is yours." Nightingale winced at the 'halfbreed' comment, glancing uncertainly at Knight.
Knight had definite trouble hiding the sneer from his lips upon being called a halfbreed, but he held his tongue. He could not directly insult the General his Master had appointed.
Nightingale noted Knight's severe expression and frowned in return. No matter how cruel Reala behaved, she simply could not tolerate any disrespect toward him. Turning back to Reala, she nodded. "Yes, my lord."
Knight gave a slight bow as well, but still kept silent.
Reala waved a hand, looking bored. "Go."
Nightingale cursteyed, they met Knight's gaze and nodded toward the door, walking out. Knight followed her out on foot, smiling just a little at having seen her eyes.
Reala noticed the way that Knight seemed to have taken to Nightingale. A sense of mild irritation rose.
That one would have to be watched. . .

Nightingale led Knight into her own lair, an amethyst chamber with a smaller seat in the center.
She looked at Knight after seating herself. "Don't go getting ideas. You're not going to stay with me, this is only for training."
"Of course, my lady." He bowed, smiling roguishly. Nightingale blinked. "Right . . . I suppose I should start by taking you on a tour, though Nightmare has a tendency to shift. . ." Knight smiled, nodding. "Of course, my lady. As you wish."
Nightingale sighed, becoming irritated. "Please don't be so formal. Call me Nightingale. "As you wish, Nightingale." He looked sincerely apologetic. "It is habit." Nightingale made a face. "You're only twenty minutes old, Knight. . ."
Knight almost looked surprised, as though the thought had not occured to him. It seemed to him that he must have been here longer than that, but . . . surely he had just been created by the Master. "The Master created me to defer to my superiors, Nightingale."
Nightingale sighed. "Well you and I are . . . equals, I suppose. No need for that with me. . ." Knight bowed his head, closing his eyes just for a second. "You are, indeed, far superior to me, Nightingale, even if we might be considered of equal rank." Nightingale bared her fangs. "I said, stop that! I have to listen to that who's better than who nonsense all night, and I'm tired of it!"
Knight winced, but he was not going to push the issue further. "Yes, Nightingale."
Nightingale rose and glided for her door. "Let's go." This new Nightmaren was going to take some getting used to. Nightingale only hoped that she could resist the urge to attack. . .

" . . . when you see me. . . ." Molly took a breath, then struck the highest note that she could manage without breaking her alto range. "For me!"
The rebel Nightmaren who were her captive audience applauded politely but without any real enthusiasm as the dreamer hopped from the stump she'd been using as a stage.
Aaron, on the other hand, clapped rather fervently. He enjoyed very much hearing her songs. Molly blushed, rejoining Aaron. "I hope I get that role, I always wanted to do a musical. . ."
Aaron smiled and replied, "I'm sure you'll get it. I'm not so sure that I'm going to get a lead role in this one though. Singing isn't exactly my forte. Maybe I'll be cast in the ensemble, if I don't get one of the parts I tried out for."
Molly looked startled. "But we always have roles together! It wouldn't feel right to not have you on stage with me. . ." Aaron grinned, hoping to look reassuring. "Even if I just get cast in the ensemble, I'll be on stage for the bigger scenes! Who knows, maybe they'll cast me in one of the roles I tried for. I wasn't too terrible. . ."
"You are always wonderful." Molly replied loyally. Aaron blushed deep red. "Thanks, really . . . That means a lot to me." Molly blushed in return. "I mean it. . ." She winced at a low whistle, turning to scowl at the Nightmaren. "They're as bad as Tier. . . "
Aaron chuckled. "I don't know," he said, "Tier's pretty bad. . ." Molly grinned. "Yeah. I wonder what Tier'll do if we ever. . . " She broke off. She wondered what would happen if she started dating anyone, but felt a little unsure voicing that in front of Aaron. It felt awkward.
Aaron blinked. He didn't know for sure how Molly was going to end that sentence, but he knew how he wanted it to end. "If we what?" he wondered. Molly blushed further. "If we . . . if we ever. . ." She shook her head. "I don't know." She finished lamely, embarrassed.
Aaron looked a little disappointed, but he didn't want to push her any harder in a direction she wasn't ready to go. He smiled and touched her hand. "It's okay." He left it at that. Molly opened her mouth as if to speak, then stopped, a little upset and guilty, she felt that she was letting him down.
Aaron couldn't read her expression well enough to know what she was thinking now. He was beginning to be a little worried that she was upset, though. "I think Tier would flip its lid." He smiled. Molly jumped, had he guessed her thoughts? "What!" She blinked in surprise, slightly nervous now.
Aaron laughed, but he didn't say anything else. It seemed that he froze in mid laugh and sort of faded away. It almost sounded like an alarm clock was buzzing softly in the distance as he blinked out.
Molly gasped, lunging as if she could keep him there in the dream by force. "Aaron!" She sighed as he faded. What had he meant? Molly stood quietly as she also flickered and faded from sight.
The rebel Nightmaren clapped as if this had all been one big stage production. Jesse looked up to one of the older Nightmaren sitting beside it. "I don't get it," it whispered. The older 'Maren just shushed it, and its tassels drooped as though it had been scolded.

Molly woke to the surprising sensation of damp cheeks. She rubbed at her eye, embarrassed. "Stupid, it's not worth getting that sentimental over. He could've meant anything, I'm being a silly girl. . ." She sat up, admiring the golden brown and violet walls of her room. Her gaze lingered on the violet sections. "Maybe I'm trying to be too much like my other half, maybe I should stop trying so hard and just share things. . ."
Molly glanced over at her purple see through phone. "Maybe I should arrange a trip to Novadeers - and drink lots of caffiene this time."
Aaron woke to his own dark blue walls and his ceiling fan spinning above him. He swatted his alarm clock and pulled himself out of bed and fished some basketball trunks out of his dresser so he could go downstairs for breakfast. He couldn't quite remember what he was talking about with Molly when he woke. That stupid alarm clock always made him forget what he was dreaming about.

"When you see me for me, you'll see I can be, perfect for you." Molly sang later that day, standing alone on stage. "Be aware that we two can share a love so true!" She smiled, getting into it. "And we two can be so very serene . . . when you can see, see me for me!" Molly lifted her arms, smiling broadly - a sure sign that she had gone off into Mollyland, as she often did when singing.
Aaron sat down quietly in the first row, watching her. He didn't know Molly would have shown up this early for the cast list being posted.
Molly wouldn't have missed this chance for the world, though she still hoped to have Aaron join her on stage.
"I am not all what you see, what I say isn't what I mean. Did you mean your words last night, or was it a pleasant dream? I am not a movie star, an angel, saint, or Queen. But I can be so much more when you see me for me!" Aaron smiled and applauded from his seat before the stage. "Brava!"
Molly blinked, startled to find Aaron so close as the other actors clapped. She blushed at the attention and nodded her thanks to the clappers before stepping down. She was pink in the cheeks when she sat down, glancing at Aaron. Aaron smiled. "I know you'll get the part. That was beautiful, and if you were anywhere near that awesome for your try out, you're sure to get it."
Molly blushed further. "Thanks Aaron, I put a lot of my heart into it. . ." She fanned herself with a hand, it would be too embarrassing to faint from overheating. Why did she keep blushing so hard?
Aaron looked a little worried. "Are you alright? Do you need some water? I can go grab you a bottle from one of the machines out in the hall, if you like." Molly shook her head, smiling. "I'm okay, really. My heart's just racing, I'm a little anxious about the casting. . ."
Aaron nodded. "We'll see if I got one of those parts. I think I have a shot for one of the supporting roles."
Molly smiled. "Hey, after this do you want to go out for a drink? I think that Novadeers is 'Maren free by now. . ." She shuddered melodramatically.
Aaron laughed a little. "Hey, I'd love to! It'll be good to have a cup of coffee after all this excitement." He grinned. Molly laughed. "It's a date then!" She clapped as another girl finished singing and stepped down to thunderous applause. "Meep, I may lose out to her. . ." Aaron shook his head. "Nah, she was flat on that F. You hit it perfectly."
"Could be a fluke, I missed a couple of notes too. . ." Molly wasn't so convinced. "We'll see," Aaron asserted. "I think I'm up in a minute or two to sing the lead part. There are a lot of choir boys trying for the role."
"I'll be cheering for you." Molly assured him, smiling in what she hoped was an encouraging manner. Aaron nodded, smiling. "I'll do my best." After the first few guys sang for the lead role, Aaron stepped up to the stage as his name was called. As the piano started, he sang through the tryout piece. It was not exactly standing-ovation-worthy, but it was not bad. He hit most of the notes on key and his voice fit the part fairly well. Molly listened intently, leaning forward in her seat to applaud as Aaron finished. "Bravo!" She shouted half as a joke for his "Brava" earlier, and half out of genuine appreciation.
Aaron smiled in gratitude for Molly's support, knowing that he was probably no match for the singer who followed him.
Molly grinned as Aaron returned. "What were you so worried about? You were great!" Aaron smiled a little. "But did you hear that other guy?" Molly nodded. "Yup, he was singing with his brain instead of his heart. You were all feeling." Aaron blushed, turning deep red. "You really think so?"
Molly nodded, eyes soft. She blinked suddenly, reaching for his hand. "They won't want us for a while, let's go. . ." "A-all right." Aaron smiled, taking her hand, a little surprised at her sudden affection. Molly tugged Aaron up and out of the room, eager to get to Novadeers before she lost her nerve. He followed her, being sure to keep up. He didn't want to be pulled.

Molly halted outside of Novadeers, panting. "Okay . . . we're here. . ." She reached for the door. Aaron nodded. "So we are." He was breathing a little heavily himself. Molly opened the door. "I'll order if you want to find a place to sit. . ."
He nodded, smiling. "Alright, I'll grab our usual table." Molly nodded, smiling back. "Should I order your usual, then?" Aaron nodded! "Always in the mood for mocha." He smiled.
Molly grinned. "You got it!" She turned to get in line to order. Aaron went to sit at their usual table to hold it for their use.
Molly joined Aaron a few moments later, placing a cup in front of him before setting her own cappuccino down. She blew before taking a cautious but large sip. "Just in case." She winked playfully.
Aaron grinned, taking a sip of his mocha, coughing a little as he swallowed it. "Yeah... yeah, that's definitely too hot." He laughed. "I guess I should have taken your advice."
Molly smiled shyly. "Um . . . I kind've wanted to talk. . ." Aaron grinned, finding her shyness very cute. "Any time." Molly met his gaze. ". . .About last night." Aaron nodded. "Mm hmm?" He was curious to remember just what they had been talking about. Molly hesitated, she'd been hoping that he would jump in with an 'Oh yeah!' or something along those lines. She sipped her drink, debating what to say next. Aaron blinked, confused. He wondered if he should be saying something now.

Molly sighed. "I wonder how Tier's doing. . . " She was actually missing the young Nightmaren's interruptions. Aaron stared for a second. She had brought him all the way here to talk about Tier? "Uhm . I'm certain it's fine in Picusha's hands. Is . . . Is that really what you wanted to talk about?" Molly blushed. "No. . ." She admitted.
Aaron leaned forward, smiling. "I'm all ears." "One . . . two. . ." Molly pretended to count ears, feeling playful despite her unease. He laughed. "Okay, so I'm only a little bit ears, but I'm still listening."
Molly smiled shyly. "I guess you don't remember last night, the camp and all. . ." Aaron shook his head. "I remember we were talking, but I can't quite remember what about. My alarm clock always makes me forget. . ."
Molly nodded. "Tier. We were talking about Tier, but then it shifted. . ." Aaron nodded. "Yes. . .?" He still didn't quite remember. Molly blushed. "Maybe the rest was just a regular dream. . ." Aaron shook his head. "No, we kept talking. What did we say?"
Molly shrugged. "It was about how Tier would react to something, but I . . . couldn't get up the nerve to say it. . ." She leaned back, massaging her temples with one hand. Molly winced, feeling the courage drain out of her. She couldn't go on. "It doesn't really matter."
Aaron shook his head, something clicking. "How it would react to us being together." He chuckled. "I said it would flip its lid." Molly had just taken a sip of her coffee and doubled over, eyes wide as she choked.
Aaron jumped. "Molly, are you alright?" Molly waved to reassure him, coughing repeatedly, then grabbing a napkin to dab at the spilled cappuccino.
Molly coughed, wiping at her eyes. "You . . .could've waited for me to swallow. . ." She croaked, wincing. Aaron scratched his head. "I didn't mean to startle you so much . . . I didn't think it would be such a big deal for me to remember. You did . . . want me to remember, right?" Molly was silent, staring at her coffee intently. She had wanted him to remember, but at the same time, she hadn't.

Aaron leaned closer. "You're not. . ."
"Upset with me, are you?" Knight inquired, following Nightingale. Nightingale sighed. "Why should I be upset with you? You're only an hour old!" She blinked, realizing that snapping only promoted the upset theory. "No, I'm not upset." She sighed. "In fact, I'm a little. . ."
"Confused about how to say this." Molly shrugged. "It's what Tier's always tormenting us about, after all. . ."
Aaron nodded in agreement. "I . . . I don't mean to sound too forward, but . . . is it really such an awful thought? Would it . . . would I be so bad. . .?" His eyes had somewhat of a pleading look in them, as though he were worried at what the answer might be.
Molly flushed brightly, squeaking in surprise at the question. "I . . . er, I mean of course n. . ." She winced at the look on his face, blushing further and dropping her gaze.
"Of course not!" Nightingale snapped. "Knight, stop worrying about what I think. I'm quite sure that I'm not angry!"
Knight nodded, giving a slight bow. "Of course, my la- Of course, Nightingale. Forgive me. . ." He looked away from her, hoping that he would not inspire any more anger. She was obviously enamored with General Reala, and not with him. His pupils narrowed to slits. General Reala was not deserving of Nightingale's affection any more than he deserved that title the Master bestowed to him.
Nightingale regarded Knight suspiciously. "Okay, before you start forming habits, let's get one thing straight. If you have any thoughts regarding me or my masters, I want them spoken out loud. I won't stand by and allow grudges to be held against me!"
Knight bowed deeply in acquiescence, turning his gaze back to her. "I would never hold a grudge against you." The way he said you implied that he might hold such a grudge against someone else.

Molly sighed. "That's not something to just blurt out, Aaron. It's . . . too serious. . ." She grimaced as she couldn't stop blushing. Everyone in the shop must be looking at her. . . "What about you, can you really say that's what you want?"
Aaron looked like he was having some internal debate, his face was contorted so that it looked as though he were arguing with his own soul. "I don't know . . . I know what I want. I don't think I know how to tell you." He looked at her, ignoring the rest of the world. "What if you don't feel the same way? Where will that leave me?" Molly took a sip of cappuccino to moisten her throat, which had suddenly gone very dry. "I don't . . . well. . ." She took another sip. "It might not be that big of a risk. . ."

Knight blinked, his lips closing tightly. He could never reveal his true feelings about General Reala. Not even to Nightingale. "It might be a bigger risk that you realize. I don't wish to speak of grudges. Perhaps there is something else we could talk about, more training that I could benefit from?"
Nightingale halted, fiercely serious. "No. We've just met and I'm going to have to spend the next century or so in your company. I want to be able to know that you're trustworthy. There will be no secrets." She had no idea what was so horrible that Knight couldn't share it. Unless. . .
Nightingale's eyes grew large. "Hold it, this doesn't concern Wizeman?"
Knight looked shocked, utterly horrified. "I would never hold grudge against the Master! His word and will are absolute!"
Nightingale looked slightly relieved. "Yeah, absolute. Right. Well that's good to know at least. . ."
He huffed, folding his arms. "How could you accuse me of such disloyalty?"
Nightingale bristled at the attitude. "What was I supposed to think? What can possible be so horrible that you're afraid to spit it out!"
Knight looked away from her eyes, afraid she might read his soul through them. He would not admit his feelings for Reala. "I don't wish to speak of it!"
Nightingale snarled, eyes flashing. "Well maybe I do!" She blinked as shouting arose outside, leaving Knight in favor of flying to the nearest window. A sense of Deja Vu came over her briefly before she shook it off, frowning at the Nightmaren patrolling the landscape. "What in the world. . .?"

"Excuse me. . ."
Molly looked up in surprise as a polite voice interrupted her thoughts. Aaron's next words were caught in his throat before they were formed as a girl close to their age approached the table. He looked up at her, almost angry that he had been interrupted, but not letting it show in his expression. "Yes?" He smiled.
The young woman smiled. Her long brown hair hung past her shoulders and her dark short sleeved top seemed a contrast to their surroundings. She sounded genuinely apologetic. "I'm sorry for interrupting, but I was sitting here earlier, and I think I left my purse under the table . . . would you mind if I looked for it? I'll try to be quick."
Molly smiled sympathetically. "I don't mind." She smiled at Aaron, hoping he wouldn't mind too much.
Aaron nodded, forgetting his irritation and scooting back from the table. "Of course! It's not a problem."
Molly leaned under the table, trying to help look for the missing purse. "If it isn't here someone might have turned it into the cashier. . ."
Aaron pulled his head out from under the table, pulling up a woman's handbag. "Is this it?" He smiled, hoping that her worry would be alleviated.
The woman smiled in relief as she accepted the purse. "Oh, thank you!" She paused. "I'm sorry, have we met? I feel like I've seen you two. . ."
Molly blushed. "Well. . ." Aaron looked to Molly for an answer. He always was bad at remembering names and faces, especially after only having just met the person. Molly smiled at Aaron before turning to the other girl. "Aaron and I perform on stage. Maybe you've seen us. . ." She gave a nervous laugh, not comfortable with the thought of being known.
Aaron blushed. He hadn't thought about that, even after having just come from the audition. He had never considered the thought that someone might recognize him from one of the performances.
The girl broke into a grin. "Oh! You . . . let me think, you were the hero and the demon from that play a while back . . . no, I'm sorry, the Knight and the . . . the . . ." She lookd to Molly for help.
Molly flushed, not comfortable with the role she had played. She glanced at Aaron, hoping he'd answer for her.
"The Nightmare Captain." Aaron said quietly, hoping it wouldn't upset Molly. He'd hoped that she would have put those events behind her.
Molly nodded quietly, smiling to be polite.
The girl smiled. "Ah, that's right! My name's Amy, that was a great show. You two had me believing it was real!" Molly sank a little into her seat.
Aaron couldn't help but smile just a little. It wasn't exactly funny, but it was ironic just how real it had been. "Thank you." He gave more mirth to his smile. "I really appreciate the compliment."
Amy nodded. "You're welcome. Thank you for finding my purse!" She opened it, pulling out a tiny Shadow the Hedgehog keychain before returning it. "Good, everything's here. Thanks again!" Aaron smiled once more. "It's no problem, really. I'm glad you found it. Nice to meet you!"
Amy waved. "You too! Maybe I'll see you again sometime. Goodbye!"
Molly smiled, waving. "See you, nice keychain!"

When Amy had gone, Molly sighed. "I don't know why that still bothers me, it's stupid. . ." She thought about Nightingale, the real Captain of Nightmare.
Aaron reached across the table to touch her hand. "Don't be upset about it. I couldn't ask you to forget about what happened, and no one could. It's not weird or wrong of you if it still hurts." He squeezed her hand. "But it'll get better some day." He smiled a charming smile that radiated 'everything will be okay.'
Molly blushed despite herself. "You're right. Thanks. . ." She gave his hand a squeeze in return.
Aaron nodded and said, "It's no problem," and drank a big gulp of his coffee drink. Molly smiled, sipping her own. "I wonder if NiGHTS knows any other Dreamers. . ." She wondered aloud.
Aaron shrugged. "I don't see why he couldn't. Maybe he's even known some others before us." Molly nodded. "He must have known hundreds. Who knows how old NiGHTS is?" Aaron nodded. "I never even thought to ask him. Maybe we should next time we see him." He grinned. Molly grinned back. "We'll have to ask . . ." She blinked, looking surprised. Aaron blinked as well, looking a bit curious. "What is it?"
Molly shrugged. "It feels weird saying that name. I didn't even think about it. . ." She smiled shyly. "It doesn't seem real. . ."
"Well," Aaron replied, "I guess we never have actually spoken of NiGHTS outside of our dreams. It seems a little strange to say even now . . . I think if I hadn't been there and heard you say you were there too, I'd have just written it all off as a regular old dream." Molly blushed. "It's good to know I'm not insane." She laughed softly. Aaron chuckled with her. "Me too. . ."
Molly grinned, then whispered theatrically. "I see dream people. . ." Aaron's eyes went wide. He had just taken another drink of his coffee, and now that very coffee was coming out of his nose as he burst into laughter. "No fair!" Molly blinked. "Aaron, are you okay!" She leaned across the table, laughing as she realized he was. "What's not fair?" She relaxed.
He wiped his face with a napkin. "You made me laugh while I was drinking, that's foul play." He laughed. Molly folded her arms, smirking. "You made me choke on mine before, I'd say we're even." Aaron blushed with a sheepish guilty grin. "Fair enough, I'll agree."
Molly smiled warmly. "I wonder when the play roles will be decided. . ."
"Well," Aaron replied, "it'll probably be some time close to the beginning of next week. It usually takes them a few days to deliberate. They might be done sooner, though, who knows?"
Molly nodded. "This is true. So now what?" She was still feeling flushed from the relationship conversation.
Aaron was trying to maintain his composure about the whole situation, but he was glad that someone had interrupted and now that the subject had been changed. He was almost certain he was about to have faced rejection. There was always the hope that she felt the same way, but how could one assume? And then what if it ruined the friendship? "I'm not sure. We could always go see a movie or something."
Molly blinked, thinking that that sounded a lot like a date. Then again, she couldn't think of anyone who she would rather have gone out with. "A movie sounds fun."
Aaron smiled, glad that she had accepted. "Great. We can head out as soon as you're finished with your drink."
The remains of the coffee vanished down Molly's throat with record breaking speed.

Nightingale frowned at the Nightmaren patrolling the terrain outside. "What are they doing? Something must have happened. . ." She turned to see Knight, scowling as she accidentally met his gaze and looking away irritably. Knight moved to look out so he could attempt to locate the source of the disturbance. "I will go to them and find out."
Nightingale frowned. "No. No you will not. Not without orders to do so!" She growled at shouts.
One of the Nightmaren outside waved an arm. "It's that Doren traitor! Go!"
Nightingale blinked, eyes widening. "Doren. . ."
Knight blinked. Doren. That sounded familiar. He should probably recognize it if he saw it, especially if it were a traitor. "Then I will go to General Reala and request orders to go."
Nightingale turned to Knight in surprise. "Lord Reala will never grant that request. It's beneath our station to go chasing escapees. . ."
"Then I will lead a squad of lower ranking Nightmaren! We must not stand by and watch a filthy rebel make its escape!" Knight looked as though he might be beginning to become angry.
Nightingale regarded him with shock. "Filthy rebel. . .?"
Knight blinked, suddenly looking a little ashamed. He looked away from Nightingale's glance as though it burned him. Nightingale frowned. "And you spoke so fervently of compassion and earning respect. . . "
Knight turned back, his eyes narrowing. "I will show that compassion and respect to my own, but once one chooses to become a traitor to its family, I will not show any mercy." He looked almost disgusted. "Treason is the worst sin anyone can commit."
Nightingale quieted, thinking of her own growing distaste for Wizeman's methods. "Is it now. . ."
She whirled away, jogging toward the gates.
Knight blinked, but he flew after her, not bothering to mimic her walking this time. Walking was for humans, and he had no time to impress now.
Nightingale snarled as a 'Maren flew in, grabbing them by the shoulders: "What's happening!"
The 'Maren jumped. "The reformed rebels, the larger escaped and took the other along!"
Knight growled. "We must recapture them." Nightingale growled as well. "It's trying to rescue its friend." She nodded to Knight. "We must inform Lord Reala."
"Wizeman has afforded them a great mercy, and they have spat in his face!" He looked murderous.
Knight nodded begrudgingly, wanting to leave that instant to pursue them. "Fine." He flew off toward Reala's chamber. Nightingale began to run, then thought better of it. Speed had to take priority over personal preferences. She took flight, following Knight.

Molly laughed as she ran past Aaron, feeling playful. "Race you to the ticketbooth!"
Aaron grinned and started the countdown. "Okay, ready? On your mark . . . get set. . ." And he took off just before he shouted, "Go!"
Molly laughed. "Hey, cheater!" She chose to ignore the fact that she had been running first.
Aaron laughed as well, ignoring the same. He didn't really care who won. It was fun nonetheless. And he didn't really care that they were going to the movies, particularly. He cared that he was going somewhere with Molly. A blue object with pink projections rolled into the path and Molly shrieked as she tripped, going down. "TOP-. . .!" She cried out as she hit the pavement. "Owwww. . . "
The pogo ball was retrieved by a guilty looking little girl who decided to bolt before anyone thought to yell at her.
Aaron slowed to a stop as quickly as he could, running back to Molly's side, kneeling beside her and touching her arm. "Are you okay?" He looked genuinely concerned.
Molly groaned, then smiled at Aaron. "I'm ok, I'm more startled than hurt." She pushed herself up, dusting herself off. "I must be seeing things . . . that kid's toy reminded me of . . ." She shook her head. "Gah, I'm addled. Nevermind."
Aaron smiled, not catching on about what the toy reminded her of. "Well, as long as you're not hurt. . ." He took off running again.
Molly stared in surprise before running after him. "Hey, no fair!" She laughed as he reached the ticket booth first. "You play dirty, Aaron!" Aaron grinned, looking back at her. "You have to take what you can get, and I got lucky." He laughed, waiting for her to catch up.
Molly made a face. "You sound like a green and pink harlequin I know. . ." she murmured. Aaron chuckled. "Anything good showing?" He looked up at the marquis sign that was advertising the films playing at the theater.
Molly wandered along the wall, reading posters. "Tomorrow is Today, PonyLand, Blast 'em Uppers? What is it with guys and huge explosions?" She glanced accusingly at Aaron, grinning. Aaron held up his hands defensively. "Come on, what's not cool about huge fireballs and exploding cars?"
Molly laughed. "I just don't see the appeal of senseless destruction." She grinned, turning back to the posters. "Anything catch your eye?"
Aaron shrugged. "Hm... I don't know." He grinned. "We could see PonyLand. There's nothing like two grown people going to see a rated G cartoon together." Molly blinked in surprise. "You have a thing for pink ponies? Why am I always the last to know?"
Aaron laughed. "Oh, of course! I have all of the dolls and posters and everything," he said in a most unconvincing manner.
Molly laughed. "Hey, here's one! Demon from the Nightmare Abyss. . ." She rolled her eyes. "How much do you want to bet it turns out to be a guy in a suit?" Aaron shook his head. "Oh, they only use CG Nightmare Abyss Demons these days . . . Whatever happened to those good ol' guy in a suit days. . .?"
Molly chuckled.
"Uh huh, you're one to talk, White Knight. . ." She told him in a teasing tone smiling fondly. She blinked, realizing that she had even less right to joke about dressing as demons.

Aaron smiled, trying to think about the outcome of that situation rather than the process. "Well . . you want to go ahead and see the Nightmare Abyss Demons? We might as well, it could be fun." He grinned, not bothering to mention any ulterior motives about scared girls tending to become clingy and huggy.
Molly considered, then shrugged. "Eh, why not? Can't be much scarier than the real thing." She headed for the ticket booth.
Aaron followed, making sure to get there first so that he could pay for both tickets. "Two for Nightmare Abyss Demons of Doom, please!" He smiled. The girl in the ticket booth gave him a look and said, "Okay, two for Demons from the Nightmare Abyss . . . that'll be twelve dollars." He handed her the money and then took the tickets as they came under the plexiglass window.
Molly blinked at Aaron's chivalry, almost protesting that she had money but deciding that might hurt Aaron's feelings. Besides, she was charmed that he wanted to pay for her. She kept quiet and walked with him into the theater.
Aaron kept going all the way to the concessions counter and ordered a large bucket of popcorn and a large Sprite with no ice. He turned to Molly and asked, "What would you like to drink?" He grinned.
Molly smiled. "A medium Dr Pepper, please." If he was going to pay, then she was going to be modest in what she requested.
Aaron nodded and ordered the medium Dr. Pepper as well. As an impulse buy, he asked for a couple of bags of M&M's as well, peanut butter and peanut. The cashier punched up the order and took his money. Aaron smiled, thanking him and then picked up all he could carry, letting Molly have her Dr. Pepper. "Would you mind grabbing the M&M's too?"
Molly nodded, grabbing the candy. "Sure thing." She smiled. She added in a softer tone. "You know you really don't have to pay for me. . ." She felt that she was imposing too much.
Aaron smiled. "I know. It's my pleasure." Molly shrugged. "If you're sure, I don't want to take advantage of your generosity. . ." He shook his head. "You're not taking advantage of anyone. I... I want to do things for you. I want to make you happy." He blushed, having let his speech become a little more serious than he had intended.
Molly blushed, nodding shyly. "I . . . I'd like to make you happy, too. . ."
He smiled from ear to ear. He gave the ticket man their tickets and as he pointed them toward the theater showing their film, he replied, "You make me happier than anyone else in the world."
Molly blushed brightly. "Aaron, I. . ."

"I said, let me do the talking!" Nightingale snapped, moving to intercept Knight before he could enter Reala's lair. "I know how to handle Lord Reala."
Knight nodded begrudgingly. He could not deny that Nightingale did at least have more experience with dealing with General Reala, and in general her attitude toward him was more favorable.
Nightingale made a face. "You are so frustrating and . . . and you're not even a day old!" She knocked on the door, waiting impatiently for permission to enter.
Knight folded his arms. What did it matter how old he was? He kept any vocalizations to himself, however. He was not in the mood to be upsetting anyone and then having to deal with that.
Nightingale frowned at his attitude and was about to complain when a voice commanded, "Enter."
Forgetting Knight, Nightingale pushed the doors open and glided into Reala's lair.
Knight followed just behind her. He stopped a reasonable distance from Reala and touched his right fist to the left of his chest and bowed slightly in salute. He may not like Reala, but as long as he carried the title General, he would show him the proper respect. At least, to his face.
Nightingale gave Knight an odd look, standing at attention, but not bothering with any form of salute.
Knight returned to the position of attention after making his salute, standing at the ready to be addressed.
Reala took notice of Knight's formality, and Nightingale's respectful but less formal stance. He shrugged it off. "What is it?"
Knight deferred to Nightingale as the elder, allowing her to speak. Nightingale looked up at the pale General of Nightmare, for whom she had been created. "My lord, the rebel Doren has broken away and taken the reformed Sixth with it." She spread her feet slightly in a sub-conscious preparation for the bellow of rage that was sure to come.
Reala clenched his clawed fists. "I see . . . and you two are still here, why?"
Nightingale gave a little squeak of dismay, sensing an impending strike if she didn't play her cards right.
Knight bit back an 'I told you so.' He remained silent. He was not going to offer any excuse or else it would sound as though he were just trying to pass blame to Nightingale.
Nightingale sighed. "I am under orders not to leave Nightmare, my lord. I couldn't go without your permission." Reala growled. "You have permission. Both of you. Now GO!"
Nightingale flew out in a hurry.
Knight did not take the time to salute before leaving. He did not feel it would be most prudent or expeditious. He followed Nightingale out quickly and then flew off as quickly as he could toward the exit.
Nightingale reached the gates and switched to a jog, only to skid to a halt as she found Doren before her. She gasped in surprise.

Molly gasped despite herself as the demon from the abyss sprang out of nowhere on screen, hoping that Aaron hadn't noticed.
Aaron forced himself not to jump. He couldn't let Molly see him frightened, or at least startled by something like this movie. Especially if he expected her to want to come to him for comfort or protection. He sipped his Sprite. It made that noise that all sodas make when you get to the bottom of the drink and there are only little droplets left. Molly blinked at the empty slurping sound, smiling at Aaron before returning her attention to the movie.
An actor screamed as slimy tentacles wrapped around his leg, pulling him into the abyss. Molly winced, trying not to show her reactions
Aaron grinned sheepishly, putting the drink down and returning his attention to the same. The lead female in the movie screamed as the demon reached for her, pulling out a beltknife to stab at it. Purple ooze spilled out of the tentacle.
Molly made a face, disgusted. Aaron grinned, popping a handful of popcorn into his mouth. This was so cool!
Molly blinked at the munching, turning to regard Aaron in astonishment. A scream from the actress sent her nearly leaping into the popcorn, startled. Aaron covered his mouth to keep from spewing popcorn everywhere. He smiled after he had swallowed the mouthful, hoping that she wouldn't be too upset at him for almost laughing at her. Molly frowned and sank into her own seat. Let him see if she came to HIM for comfort. . .
Aaron smiled, and leaned back into his seat, letting his arm slip around her and squeezed her in a little hug. He looked over at her with a "forgive me" smile. Molly leaned to the other side without actually shaking him off. She wasn't really upset, but he had to be trained that laughing at others' fears wasn't the best way to win her over.
Aaron blinked. After a bit he pulled his arm away. Maybe now wasn't the time.
On the screen, the lead actress screamed as the demon dragged itself into view, hissing melodramatically. The actress screamed again. "What do you want!"

"What do you want!" Nightingale snarled as Doren frowned at her. Knight stood beside Nightingale, just slightly ahead of her. He reached behind himself, seemingly pulling from nowhere a large, metal staff and he held it at the ready before him.
Doren smirked. "I want you to undo the damage you've done to Taiel. I'm willing to take its place." Knight sneered at Doren. "You will both be returned to Master Wizeman. You can make your pathetic plea to him."
Doren regarded Knight calmly. "Hm . . . another one?" Nightingale growled, stung by Doren's tone. "Be silent! You are in no position to bargain, you idiot!"
Knight looked as though he was going to say something, but stopped himself short. He looked very uncomfortable with the situation. What did Doren mean, "Another one?" He did not look any less ready to attack, however.
Doren chuckled. "Sorry, I only respect other Nightmaren." The rebel glared meaningfully into Nightingale's eyes. "Not Dreamers."
Nightingale gasped in shock, no prisoner had ever spoken to her in such a manner!
Knight dashed foward to press his staff threateningly against Doren's collar. "You will respect me, you filthy traitor!"
Doren blinked at the staff, then grinned. "No. I won't. Even worse than a Dreamer is a Dreamer who needs a weapon to make himself feel tough." Nightingale growled, this was NOT how a 'Maren in Doren's position should behave.
Knight threw the staff away. As it flew toward the ground, it seemed to dissolve and evaporate. "I'll kill you myself with my bare hands!" Nightingale gasped in surprise, then snarled. "KNIGHT!" She glared. "This traitor's life is Wizeman's to take. Not ours." Knight looked back at Nightingale with fury in his eyes. "I will not be insulted by some filthy traitor!"
"Then you're a traitor yourself if you dare kill when we are only to retrieve the traitors." Nightingale held his gaze, firm.
Knight ground his teeth, being forced to acknowledge this truth. He turned back to Doren, aiming a solid punch to its face just between its eyes. Doren looked surprised. Loyals were fighting? The brown Nightmaren was so bewildered that the punch took it completely offguard. Doren crumpled at Knight's feet.
Knight reached down to grab Doren and threw it over his shoulder. "This one is going straight to Master Wizeman. It won't escape its fate a second time."
Nightingale sighed. "If it were up to me, it wouldn't even get that far. . ." She clenched her fists, far angrier at the "Dreamer" comments than she was willing to let on.
Knight turned to look her in the eye. "If you hadn't stopped me, it might not have even gotten this far." He turned and flew toward Wizeman's chamber.
"Did you think I stopped you because I wanted to!" Nightingale demanded, following. Knight shook his head. "I wasn't complaining. Thank you . . . for stopping me." Nightingale halted, surprised. Knight kept going, not really noticing that she stopped. Nightingale looked after Knight, then sped after him, intent on not being left behind.
Knight stopped at the door to Wizeman's chamber and he knocked on the door to announce his presence.
After several moments, the doors swung open of their own accord. Nightingale glanced at Knight, then walked inside.
Knight followed behind her, laying Doren at his feet before him and bowing deeply once he came to a halt.
"Knight . . . Nightingale . . . speak." Wizeman's voice echoed eerily throughout the chamber.
Nightingale took a breath, then stopped. She had never actually addressed Wizeman before.
Knight bowed again, just in case. "Master Wizeman, we have retrieved this traitor. It had a demand to make of you, and we thought it proper to bring it before you."
Wizeman extended a stony hand to inspect the Nightmaren before him. Nightingale stiffened with a soft intake of breath, feeling highly insecure without Reala here with her.
Knight remained silent, but he did not feel extremely uneasy at being in Wizeman's presence. He felt almost lucky.

Finally the hand chose to focus on Doren, who fortunately was still unconscious. "Doren. . ." Wizeman noted.
"It still chose to stand against me." It was a rhetorical statement.
Knight couldn't help but cringe at the thought of rebelling against Master Wizeman. Nightingale simply closed her eyes.
Wizeman lifted Doren's limp form. "Perhaps I was too merciful earlier. I won't be this time." The hand closed around Doren.
Nightingale dropped her gaze, closing her eyes tightly against the screams that echoed long after the rebel had lost consciousness once more.

Molly gasped as she and Aaron were heading out of the theater, trembling slightly. Aaron turned to her, looking concerned. "What's wrong?"
Molly shook her head, trying to speak through a throat that had suddenly closed off. "J . . . just a chill down . . . down my spine. . . " She turned and walked over to a water fountain, taking a drink to calm herself. "That was strange. . ." Aaron could not shake his feeling of concern for Molly. "Are you sure you're okay?"
Molly smiled, attempting to joke. "I'm not about to faint into any beverages, don't worry." She had never forgotten what Aaron had told her, of when a Shleep had knocked her out and she had slumped almost into her coffee at Novadeers.
Aaron assumed that she was making a reference to when she almost jumped into the popcorn during the movie, and that only made him feel all the worse. "Yeah. . ." He smiled the best he could.
Molly took a breath. "Maybe I drank that soda too fast. Anyway, it's passed. Let's go." Aaron nodded. "Where to now, hm?"
Molly thought back to the last time she had felt that way, when she had encountered her violet counterpart. "Bed, I think. . ."

To Be Continued. . .