Hello to all. New chapter of Hunt Beyond the dream. Usual reminder: I only take constructed comments into account and do not read gratuitous and unnecessary insults.

I am not of English origin and therefore not very good at this language, I accept any corrections that can be made to make it more understandable.

If anyone is interested in becoming a Beta Reader, I am interested.

Answer:

Well. The following part ultimately only concerns the useless critize. I am going to answer some questions that annoy me particularly since I started this story.

Question 1: You are not following the Lore of Bloodborne and Danmachi.

Yes. This is normal. I specified in chapter 1 that I would not follow exactly the lore of the two works to make the story interesting. It's Fanfiction, the point is to make it interesting, not a mirror of the original work.

Bloodborne is a game with a story open enough that I adapt it. My screenplay ideas are based on theories and things ACCEPTED by the greatest number. In the case of Danmachi, I use the lore which is useful to me and adapt it. We are in a crossover; two universes intersect and mix. So yes, things are changing.

Question 2: Why don't you update more often.

I have already answered this question, but I will expand on it.

I write in my spare time. I am in college and therefore does not necessarily have the time to spend two hours a day writing. I adapt according to my availability and prefer to publish something at regular intervals that satisfy me that a quick chapter fills with story errors, and which will have to be taken up later.

So, I would keep a publication every two weeks or so.

Question 3: Your story is wrong / the characters are not like that / Ashton is an idiot / your fanfiction sucks / edit this chapter, it sucks.

We get into the nervous part of my answers.

You would be amazed at the nine private comments I received saying exactly what I put above.

I'll just sum up why I wouldn't change the storyline for insults.

I published a RWBY fiction two years ago. I was insulting, mocking and finally I deleted it. It touched me and made me stop writing anything. I have been convinced all this time that my writing is useless. Despite some MP telling me the opposite.

I got back to it a year ago after a friend re-motivated me by reading the RWBY fanfiction in question. I decided to try again. This time, on a community that seemed less cancerous to me (I'm not generalizing the RWBY community, but there are some damn insulting fools for a pairing that they don't like). So, if you want to insult me, know that I have already experienced the phenomenon and would not be tender with you. I would not give a name (PM is used for that). But don't be surprised at my dry answers if you insult me for free.

A FANFICTION AUTHOR DOESN'T owe you anything.

I write for my pleasure and share it for free and publicly. From then on, I owe you nothing as individuals. You don't like what I write, don't read it. I'm not forcing you ... As long as someone likes what I write, I will keep posting.

I'm sorry to have bothered you with his answers, but it seemed important to me.

This chapter came out faster and is shorter than usual, I will explain why at the end.

Information, I update the previous chapter and add an end paragraph. Go to see if you want more information about Aiz point of view.

Well. That's all! Good reading!

Chaptre 5 : A True Nightmare.

Life is unfair, some can pass the long river of destiny without even a difficulty while others will cross it, putting all their strength in every step, in every movement and even in every thought.

In his bed, a young man was struggling. His closed eyes couldn't hide all the horror he was feeling, and even in sleep one could feel his fear.

In his mind, he was experiencing the worst nightmares.

Darkness ran throughout the room around him, he heard nothing, saw nothing, and seemed to feel nothing too. He looked down, his figure smoky, like a cloud ready to fly away at any moment. He stood up peacefully and looked around, his head still spinning slightly as his limbs were numb. The landscape cleared, a light slipped over his body and displayed the world around him.

Black water flowed over the rocks in front of him creating a dark stream, splashing his face as a light cool breeze relieved his tired body from too long a rest.

"Where ... where am I," he began to panic wondering as he surveyed his surroundings.

He was no longer in the hostel let alone in the town of Orario. The memories came back to him in painful waves reminding him of what was a distant memory. He was being held at a table as the man stuck a needle in his arm. He saw himself lose his mind and scream. He felt the pain run through his body as the first hallucinations appeared. The beasts ... The blood ...

Yes! Some blood! The liquid was bubbling in his veins preventing him from thinking clearly. Then ... it was all calm.

He then recalled his last moments of consciousness as his mind flew away seeking to flee the pain. Each sensation remained realistically; he could still see himself taking one last breath struggling to fuel his lungs as his mouth refused.

How could he remember it when he was unconscious?!

Was he dead or alive? It was all just a dream and madness. Was he still on the table getting the doctor's injection?

Then he felt a kind of pain in his neck and forearms. As if chains were pulling him back and pinning him to the ground. He forced himself to stand, not caring what was going on.

He sighed heavily, looking up at the sky painted an intense black. The world around him changed once again.

The dark walls had become cascades of light, smooth and perilous. It was a struggle just to keep his hold on the ground. Light and darkness seemed to be fighting.

The chains fell from his limbs.

Instinctively, he walked where he found some semblance of peace, only seeking to flee the combat that was unfolding all around him. There was a deep roar, like thunder, and the light and darkness subsided. The young man looked around him.

And then he saw it. A large, swirling maelstrom swept through the area in the area of light seeking to draw its fragile envelope towards it. He didn't really know how to react but his body did for him. He rushed into the darkness at full speed.

The once pure water of the cascades turned into rivers of blood and began to flow around him. Moans began to echo.

"Your fault…" said a man holding his daughter's corpse.

"Assassin! Cried an old woman lying next to her son's body.

"Monster! A child, covered with soot and traces of burning, threw him.

Frantically, he searched for shelter behind what appeared to be a boulder, directly in front of where he had gotten to previously. Abandoning any thought of caution, he leaped towards the darkness.

He had almost succeeded. A wave hit him like a ram pounding the ground, sending him crashing down, tumbling down into the luminous abyss.

Caught in the whirling, hammering whirlwind, eyes closed, he couldn't tell which way he was. Up, down? He only knew that his body was aching. Dead… That was… all he was thinking about right now…

He felt the pain of thousands of blades crashing all over his body at the same time. The hunter stepped aside to escape it. Flames engulfed his arm, letting his pulpit fall like a heavy charred band.

He tried to put out the fire that rose over his body to no avail. He took off his coat, but the flames seemed to cling to his flesh.

It occurred to him that this would be the perfect time to be afraid. Unfortunately, there was no terror in him. He was at peace. It was surprising how much he fought to survive. But… His thought was simple. If that was the end, too bad. He stopped struggling and let himself be carried away by the flames, the rivers res of blood and groans of hatred.

He had done enough in Yharnam. He had killed so much that he shouldn't be surprised that death caught up with him. The cycle continued eternally. He would die in the flames, and another would take his place and the hunt would begin again.

"The Good Hunter. He thought simply.

A chasm opened. His body disappeared in an eternal fall identical to the one that had brought him to this world.

"Peace… Finally…" he mumbled exhausted.

No tears, no fear. Nothing… He wouldn't cry. He wouldn't give the dream the chance to see it give up and break like others before him.

He closed his eyes waiting for the shock.

But he kept falling and the end had not come. He hit a hard surface violently without any pain.

When he finally opened his eyes, his world had become calm and quiet. It was a bright place. A deep place, surrounded by murky water but too bright to be the depths of a rift as he previously thought. Far below was a glow, a beacon that glowed in the dark.

Behind him throbbed a tangle of fleshy vines, pulling him gently towards the light. They pulled his elbows, knees, and spine like puppet strings. He didn't know what was going on, but he didn't want to point that supernatural light.

Lower down, the sprawling lianas curled up, forming a thick rope blocking him. There were other ropes twisting in the gushing water to catch his arms. Shapes seemed to struggle behind the lighthouse pulling him towards them. Some were happy, others more doubtful. Despite everything, they all looked at him apprehensively.

As he sank into the warm depths of the water, the light came closer. And behind the glow the dark form of a vast winged creature, lurking in the depths of hell took shape.

One of the other figures moved closer, almost close enough to be touched by the young man's blocked hand. He saw a face above him, eyes closed. Asleep or dead, he didn't know. It was a bright female face. He might have thought it was a goddess, but he knew it wasn't. As he was about to struggle to run in the opposite direction, the winged form reappeared. The luminous figures looked panicked and fled where she could. Only the woman seemed to resist and approached the winged form. A kind of fight identical to rather began. But the winged form moved quickly towards the young man and grabbed him, leading him into the shadows.

The lights howled in terror at the unexpected action and tried to stop the winged creature in vain. Richly coloured blood stained the immaculate ground. When the young man should have been worried about the crazy things around him, when he should try to resist the shadows, he felt relieved in that familiar darkness.

He looked up and saw a face he knew well. Old ... Tired from a hunt he had been leading for so long.

"Gerhman…" he articulated with difficulty.

Ashton stood up with difficulty. Pain still flowed through his body in unbroken waves. His eyesight was blurry, but he forced himself to move forward. Still, he felt like he couldn't move. That every step was held back.

He looked down to see the water up to his ankles. Ashton hadn't noticed a tentacle running through the water as he was focused on reaching the old man. As he was about to touch him, the hunter was pushed back.

A voice echoed from the old man's hoarse throat.

"You are the first, but you will not be alone ... My cycle will end, and another will begin. "

A creature emerging from the nightmares had appeared behind the dream keeper's back.

"Trust yourself Silent Walker…"

Fear crept into him when his nickname was called. The hunter hunter came face to face with a real monster, a creature beyond explanation, but one thing was describable. She was a tentacle set with some sort of mask.

"You are not worthy. "

The creature growled loudly at Ashton.

"Who are you?" The young man struggled, still trying to move forward. "Why am I not worthy? "

"You are not worthy. Repeated the creature.

Gerhman sighed heavily.

"You are not worthy to be in the dream. Live your life in this world. Others will come soon enough. "

The monster rose to its full height above the unable to move hunter wrapping his tentacles around his body and… sank his teeth behind the mask into his body cutting all thoughts.

In his ears only the sound of teeth coming into contact with meat echoed.

Ashton woke up with a start in the inn. No sound escaped his dry throat.

Tears rolled down his cheeks as he stared around the room, eyes widening in fear. Sweat covered his whole body as he looked around him looking mad. He took a long breath and stood up walking on his unsteady legs towards his coat laying on the chair.

He grabbed the hanging hunter of hunter badge and pulled a picture from the liner. Even in the twilight it was easy to see two figures in the photo. A small one dressed in a long coat with a brimmed hat, blonde hair, and a saw and the second taller with a more relaxed outfit holding a heavy war hammer in his hand.

"Why…" he moaned, clinging to the emblem that emanated its sickly green glow.

His gaze wandered around the room. The images of the dream came back to his mind. Yes… He could feel it… He was in the right place. Part of him seemed to be filled with the coldness of the night. But he knew he was still a human seeking sunlight.

However... For once ... The darkness was familiar to him. This was the space where his mind usually was when he fell asleep. It was all dark, but he could still see clearly. He felt relieved in this place. There was no pain, no fear, no sadness. Just… his mind… Just… him.

This chapter shows Ashton's mind on his actions and tramatism. But above all, its links to the dream. Nothing is yet to be won and the cogs of fate are set in motion.

So last week I had warned that I would post another fanfiction to avoid getting bored of this one. Ultimately, it will be Arknight OC. Rest assured, I am not giving up on The Hunt Beyond The Dream. Far from there. It will always remain a priority while the other will be more secondary and updated less regularly.

Now that I'm on vacation, I'll take the time to rest and see my family. But also to prepare the year to come by writing in advance several chapters that I could correct and translate as I go. So the next chapter of The Hunt Beyond The Dream will be in three weeks and the new story in two weeks.

There you have it, so that will be all. Thank you for reading, I apologize again for the rant above.

Until then, take care of yourself and pay attention to your family and loved ones!