(this is a collab fic made by me and Archinos in our roleplays. )

The winds blew gently that morning through the windmill town, Breezegale, like any other day. Sun rising slowly, it cast its rays among a small, Klonian child slumbering on the tall grass. Her eyes slowly opened as the light slowly inched across her snowy-white cheeks. A pleasant moment of peace, interrupted by a friendly wake-up call. "Marie! It's breakfast time!" an elderly, dog-like man yelled, cupping his hands together. The call drifted across the field, lingering in her mind as she forced herself up, fully alert, replying "Yes, Grampa!"

Meanwhile on the other side of the small, remote town, a mysterious portal opened. Similar to Moo portals, a swirl of sapphire auras, but smaller, this portal pulled nearby creatures into it, gathering matter for reasons unknown. As Marie approached the small cottage, she looked back, spotting the force in the distance. Gazing at it wide-eyed, she asked the aged hound "Grampa, is that a storm?"
In truth, they had no relations, simply adopted as a grandfather figure; he took responsibility for keeping her and Klonoa safe. He took a glance out the window, frantically saying "You find Klonoa and get him into the basement!"
"Yes" she said, dashing upstairs to his room, bursting through the door, yelling "Klonoa, get up!" Rubbing some sleep from his eyes, asking "Wha?" his sister quickly answered "Something's wrong, we have to go to the basement!" With each passing minute, the vortex grew in size; each tiny object it inhaled increased its power greatly. It swept up trees and Moo into its abysmal tunnel, like a never ending vacuum.

"Manya!" Marie called out; in a matter of moments, the portal tore at their home. Instantly picked off the ground, Klonoa grabbed her arm, stepping backwards. Keeping a strong and steady grip onto her, he could feel himself being pulled as well. Thinking quickly, he grabbed a strong support beam. It continued the loud fury for a few minutes more, tearing through the landscape, ripping things in half. Then, suddenly it began to weaken. Its cone began to shrink and pull back toward its base, making it smaller and smaller. Anyone still watching was able to track it back to its base, for it now glowed brightly as the vortex ended. In unison, the two siblings sighed in relief, running downstairs. They searched around for Grampa, and heard a groan.
"Grampa?" Marie said, spotting him trapped under some wreckage "Klonoa, over there!" He nodded helping the elder free himself from the pile. She used this distraction to slip away and investigate, curiosity constantly getting the better of her. Atop the small hill from which the glow came, its light became a bit dim as it formed the shape of a body. This form floated in mid-air for a short while before slowly drifting to the ground on what might've been its back. Marie approached finding a stranger. Peering down, she uttered "Meep?"

The stranger glowed for a few moments, a beautiful white light in the center of a completely destroyed area. As the glow began to fade, she could see the stranger was a young kitsune girl. The kit lied still for a while before beginning to shiver slightly. Marie kneeled down, gazing deeply, pondering what kind of creature she could be.
"Koomaya na ruyo?" Marie asked in Phantomillian. She nudged softly, feeling how cold the kit was. She responded by turning on her side toward Marie and curling up.
"mm..." she whispered with her eyes still closed. "...nuu, mommy... I dun wanna get up yet... my dream... just a little more time..." she breathed softly. (Because she doesn't snore. Archinos snores . )

"Manyu..." Marie thought, nudging her more. A tap on her head sent a small jolt through her mind, helping her to understand the dream language. "Can you understand me? You dropped here from a portal!"

She opened her eyes to Marie's knees. "Huh...wha..." She looked up to see Marie's face. "You're not mom... where's...?" she sat up and looked around. "...This isn't Rose Island... Where am I?"

"Phantomile!" she gleefully replied, helping her up. "Where's Rose Island? Is that on another dream realm?"

"Phantomile...Dream realm...?" she asked confused. "...what's that?"

"You know! This is one of the many worlds made of dreams!" she explained "Pretty much everything around you, except for me, is made out of dreams... well... I think there's also an exception for my brother and his ring..."

"Nights, into Dreams? ...I don't even..." she spoke before letting a gasp escape her lips. "Oh no, Archie! He's gonna kill me if I don't show up for our morning training!" she jumped up and looked around. "Is there a way out of this dream?"

"Wait...can you feel anything?" Marie said 'You know, like the ground beneath her feet?"

"Ground beneath my feet?" She asked while looking down. She not only noticed she was bare foot, but the soil below her seemed disrupted. "...what happened here?"

"Well..." Marie looked around at the mass wreckage "It can be rebuilt." She knew that the child didn't intentionally do this, but didn't want to bring it to her attention that her arrival caused it. The kit looked around a bit more, noticing that she was in the center of the mess.
"…I did this didn't I…?" She looked down at her feet. "I… I'm sorry…"

"It's okay..." Marie said "But there's only one way to know if you are dreaming..."
With that, she pinched her on the shoulder, but not too hard. She squinted slightly before pulling her shoulder back. "Ow…" She rubbed her shoulder. "…Archie used to do the same thing… I hated when he did that. Always waking me out of my dreams." She shrugged it off. "So I'm guessing… this isn't a dream."

"No, only three explanations here..." she sighed "You have a physical presence here, but since you don't live here, I'm guessing you're not a dream being... are you a dimension traveler?"

"Well... I dunno." she replied. "The last thing I remember is going to sleep and waking up here..." She looked down at a glove that covered her hand, staring at it as if it held something important. Marie shook her head, knowing what this meant.
"I'd rather not tell you..."

She closed her hand.
"...What? What's wrong?" She asked as he saw the look on Marie's face. "Is there something else I've done? I'm sorry..."

"No..." she said "It's why you're here... you wouldn't believe me anyway..."

"Please, I have to know." She begged Marie, paws clasped together. "Maybe if I know how I got here, I'll be able to find a way out... Besides, with all the weird stuff that that's been happening to me recently. I'd believe anything."

"Let's just say you won't be waking up anytime soon... if ever" she said "It seems you are how is it said? Resting in peace..."

"...Resting in--..." her eyes widened and she fell to her knees."...Oh god... No... no, it can't be." She began to cry. "Archie would never let this happen to me... he said he'd never let me die before him. He'd hate himself if he did..."

"Sometimes it's out of their hands..." she laid a comforting hand on her shoulder, and whispered "Come with me, we'll go someplace where you can think everything out." Marie began to walk away from the wreckage, gesturing for her to follow. She looked back up to Marie with tear filled eyes, realizing that Marie wore some form of cloak and had hints of black on her. She slowly stood out of fear, taking a step back to balance herself. "...Grim--..." She mumbled. Pain shot into the palm of her hand again and she looked back down at it.
"...Kresant..." she sighed. Nodding slightly she began to follow Marie, attempting to dry her tears.

"Grim?" Marie thought "I wonder what you're talking about..." They progressed over back to her house, half wrecked, seeing Klonoa and Gramps busily rebuilding.
"Oh, is that a new friend?" Grampa asked, taking notice to the new kit. Marie nodded and said 'Yes, she's... visiting from far away, I think she may be here awhile."

"Well she's welcome to stay as long as she pleases" he replied "A friend of yours is a friend of mind. Why don't you cook up breakfast, Marie?" She replied "Yes, Grampa" running to the kitchen, still intact. Klonoa patched up his bedroom roof and windows, no where near done.
"What would you like for breakfast?" Marie said "Erm… a... what's-your-name?

The visitor shivered a little in the hallway before replying, "...May. My name's May."

"Oh" she said "Ya like waffles, or pancakes? Cuz that's the only thing I can really cook without destroying our kitchen..."

"Hmm... I'm not really all that hungry." she smiled slightly, and then looked back down at the palm of her hand. "Besides, I didn't know the dead ate..." The house grew fairly silent, leaving only the sound of Klonoa banging his hammer patching his windows.

"I see..." Marie said "Actually... I don't feel hungry all of a sudden... oh, by the way, did you have any last wishes that didn't get carried out before... you know..."

"Last wishes...?" She tilted her head slightly. "You mean like a will or something...?"

"Yeah, kind of like that..."

"Hmm..." May thought hard into it. "...well there was that one time I wished to marry arch-- er. None that I can really think of." she then whispered to herself, "...I just hope that Archie lives a long, happy life without me..."

"Arch?" Marie asked "He someone special you couldn't say good-bye to?"

"Archinos. He's my..." she paused for a second, letting out a sigh. "bro..ther..."

"There may be something..." Marie rubbed her chin in thought "If I bring you back to your world... most of them won't be able to see you, I could still see you being a dreamer... and I can bring others between dream worlds and real worlds..."

"But, I don't want to upset him... He'll probably hate me when he finds out..."

"He won't even see you..." Marie said "Unless if someone willingly let's you possess them... just becoming a ghost you couldn't be strong enough to possess people who can resist..."

"I guess so..." she said "But only to say good bye..."

"Okay, tomorrow we'll head there, let you clear your head a but before you can say good-bye" she said "Remember the spirits have no grip on reality, everyone there before you can't see or hear you, you can try to possess me there, and it's simple... just fly through the body of one who's willing to do this procedure..."

"Nah… no one can do that for me." May sighed. "This message is something I have to deliver myself…" She looked around and found a couch to sit on, feeling a bit tired from the cold and energy wasted. "…Maybe Archinos is dreaming a good dream about me…" She whispered to herself before she fell asleep on the couch. Marie stayed up that night, pondering away on how to help her new friend. Because of that, she slept in, soundly outside in the usual spot. She preferred sleeping outside because she loved falling to sleep by the soft, silvery light of the stars.