"Why am I doing this again, Reala…?" NightSky glanced sideways at him. She flew up higher as purple mist started to engulf her ankles. "And where are we?"
"Misty Mountain. Not many dreamers come here, so it is a good place to train. You're powerful, but you need to learn to control your powers." He explained, and then looked at the Nightmaren hovering opposite her. "Pyra, go easy on her."
"Righty-ho, boss." Pyra grinned. He blew a few strands of yellow hair, which stuck out, from his fire patterned hat away. "Don't worry baby, I'll look after you." He winked at NightSky.
NightSky whimpered, her cheeks colouring slightly. "But how do I-?"
"You're so pathetic…" Reala sighed. "Wizeman told me you could create a sword. Hold your hand out like this…" He held his right hand out in front of him, towards the left. NightSky copied him. "…Then move it across like this…" he moved it horizontally to the right. NightSky did the same, her eyes widening as an energy sword appeared in her hand.
She laughed, grinning. "That's cool!" She watched Pyra as her did the same to create a fire sword. "So can all Nightmaren do this?"
"I think only you, Pyra and his sister Hydra can do it…" Reala flew backwards away from them, towards an enormous grey mountain, which rose from the purple mist. "Try not to hurt each other too much."
A panicked look crossed NightSky's face as Pyra flew towards her. "But Reala! I don't know what to- Aaaa!" she swung her sword down clumsily to block Pyra's attack. She winced as they clashed together. "I don't like this…" she squeaked as Pyra aimed a blow at her again, and flew to the side.
"Don't worry, you'll get used to it." The fire patterned Nightmaren grinned again, swinging the sword at her again. Reala winced as it caught her across the chest, and sighed.
"She is totally useless…" he muttered to himself, and shook his head. "She isn't even a fast flier, because she's not streamlined…" his eyes wandered over her chubby figure, then closed. "She's too human… She won't even take ideya." He folded his arms. "But maybe I'm becoming more human… Because-"
He stopped and gasped as there was a loud scream.
NightSky awoke to a sharp pain in her side. She touched it gently, feeling a damp bandage covering it. Her eyes screwed up tighter, before opening halfway. She yelped, her eyes widening. A pale, familiar looking face was inches away from hers.
"R-R-Reala…?" she stammered, blushing. He was sitting next to her bed, and was resting his head against the wooden railing that ran around the edge of the bed. His eyes were closed, and his black makeup was streaky under his eyes. Long, shiny, dark blue hair hung over his face. NightSky frowned. "He looks like… he's been crying…" she pushed herself up so she was sitting, and brushed his hair from his face. "I never thought he could look so cute…" She blushed deeper, and pulled her hand away.
"Stupid idiot. He should wear his hat." She frowned, and pulled her eyes away from him reluctantly. They narrowed as she looked around the room. The wallpaper was pale yellow, and covered in moons and stars. A blue border ran along the middle of the walls. The floor was covered with blue carpet. She gasped; this was too familiar.
"My bedroom…?" she whimpered. It was almost exactly the same as she remembered it, except much tidier, and her television and games consoles were missing. She looked on top of the wardrobe, where her cuddly toys were kept. Their faces were twisted into evil grins. The red dragon poster on the opposite wall looked frightening. She blinked, she was sure it didn't before. And she was certain that the door hadn't been on the ceiling before. In fact, the more she looked, the less familiar it became. She shivered.
"Reala? Reala, where am I?" she shook him by the shoulders gently. She frowned as he refused to move. "REALA YOU MORON, WHERE THE HELL AM I NOW!"
Reala gave a little squeak as his eyes flew open wide. "N-NightSky? You're awake already?" he yawned, pushing himself up and shaking his hair from his eyes. NightSky watched his hair as it caught the light, a dreamy look crossing her face. It was so shiny and blue…
"Its like something from an anime…" she mumbled to herself. Reala blinked in confusion.
"What?"
"Oh! N-nothing!" NightSky shook her head quickly, blushing. Her frown returned. "Where the hell am I, Reala?"
"Your bedroom." He stated, shrugging. NightSky glared at him.
"Okay, one, what are YOU doing in my room, and second how the HELL am I supposed to sleep with those evil plushies grinning at me!" she pointed to the top of the wardrobe. "And how come it looks like my real bedroom? And why am I bleeding?" she added, holding a hand over her side.
"You don't remember? You were so terrible at fighting that Pyra hit you." He smirked as she flushed with anger. "You'll get better. Wizeman sent me here, he's got a job for you."
"A job…? Already? But I can't do anything!" she shook her head. "And this hurts."
"It's not that deep a wound. Besides, this is important. Wizeman seems to have made a few errors while creating you. He needs a new dreamer. You know what ideya are, right?" he sighed as she shook her head again. "You're so clueless. Do you remember those orbs that circled you when you were a dreamer?"
She nodded. "Yeah, they were… Red, blue and white, right?"
"Right. He needs a dreamer with a red ideya. And he wants you to get it. You understand that, don't you?"
"Of course I do, I'm not completely clueless!" she frowned, then her face fell. "What does he mean by… errors? Am I not good enough?"
"Of course you're not. You're too human. And you're not exactly aerodynamic." He glanced down at her large stomach. She hid it with her arms.
"Hey, maybe I'm slow, but you can't do that zappy glowy thing, can you!" she sighed. "I'm sorry… I suck at fighting, I suck at flying…" she climbed off the bed, wincing, and flew up to the door in the ceiling, swerving to keep her balance. "I suck at everything…"
Reala watched her sadly as she opened the door and flew away, sobbing quietly. He covered his face with his hands. "… Why does my heart ache when I see her like that…?"