~Into the Dreamscape~

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN RC:9GN! I ONLY OWN MY OC'S, CAMP WALKER, HOW THE LAND OF SHADOWS LOOKS (since we only saw a bit of it in the show), AND THE HISTORY OF THE DIMENSION WALKERS.

I will also apologize if there are any mistakes, errors, and/or typos! I am NOT perfect!

….

When Avril opened her eyes, she was in a dark room. The room looked like the insides of a cave. The walls were made of smooth rock, and the floor was dusty. Candles lined the walls, and jewels of different kinds and colors hung on the ceiling. Avril cautiously stood up, looking around. She hugged herself, and slowly walked. But, she quickly stopped when she saw a woman standing before her.

The woman was tall and slim. Her eyes were shining sliver, and then shifted to glimmering gold. She had long, ash-brown hair that was curly and silky. Her skin was creamy, milky white, and absolutely flawless. She glowed with an ethereal aura. A dark purple shawl was wrapped around her head and shoulders, and she wore a black, sleeve-less Greek-styled dress.

The Fates were behind her, spinning a thread. The thread was silvery-purple with a silvery-black thread wrapped around it. Clotho spun the string, while Lachesis gathered the thread. Atropos watched them, playing with the bronze scissors in her hands. They wore black dresses with black shawls wrapped around their heads and shoulders. Avril looked at the woman, staring at her.

"Who…who are you?" Avril asked, nervously.

"I am Ananke," the woman said, "the primordial goddess of compulsion. I am also the personification of destiny, necessity, and fate. My parents are Deamata, the primordial goddess of destiny and magic, and Overseer, the primordial god of fate and time."

"Hold up," Avril said, holding up her hand. "Ms. D and Mr. O had kids? Yeah…I'm pretty sure I'm barfing up inside."

Ananke gave a dry smile. "My children were right when they said you were much like that demigod I have been watching over."

"Who?!" Avril asked. "Which demigod? Is the demigod from PJO and HoO? Please say yes!"

But, the goddess said nothing. She walked over to the Fates, eyeing the thread. Ananke reached out, and tapped the thread. The thread glowed, and suddenly Avril felt a rush of energy and power. The dark-haired girl shook her head, steadying herself against a wall. A pair of dark eyes flashed through Avril's mind. Somehow, those eyes looked familiar.

"I am only here to help you," Ananke said. "You and your friend Carrie are trapped in a dream by the Dark Fairies. Luckily, I am able to save you from the life-sucking dreams the Dark Fairies give you. You must travel through the dreamscape and save your friend."

"Dreamscape," Avril muttered. "So, this is all just a dream? I could do anything I want?"

"That is how dreams work," the ash-brown haired goddess said. "But, be careful. Walking and traveling through the dreamscape is risky. Sometimes, you end up looking into other people's dreams. You must only go to Carrie's dreams and do not stray from the path."

"Jeez, I ain't Red Riding Hood," Avril huffed, tugging on her jacket. "I'll get going! Wait…how do I know if it's Carrie's dreams?"

Ananke smiled. "You will know."

The goddess waved her arm, and a bright light filled the room. Avril shielded her eyes, closing her eyes tightly. When the light dimmed, Avril found herself standing in a long, large hallway. There were an endless amount of doors, each a different design, size, and color. Japanese paper lanterns floated above her head. The ceiling had a mural of the constellations, and the floor had a mural of the earth's land. The air was cold, yet warm. A summer breeze flew through the room like an autumn wind. Avril looked around, eyeing each door.

Slowly, she started walking. The doors emitted whispering voices and emotions. It was so creepy that it sent chills up and down Avril's spine. Her hand went to her dagger, which thankfully was there. She quickly unsheathed it, and it turned into a katana.

'Avril…'

Avril froze, her eyes darting around. She turned around, and saw nothing. The dark-haired girl frowned, and shook her head.

"You're being paranoid," Avril told herself. "Stop freaking out and find Carrie! Then, get out of here and hope Nomi found the Bloody Roses."

The girl marched down the hallway, tightly gripping the handle of her katana. As she walked, the hallway got longer and larger. It was like it was trying to mess with her mind, purposely making her paranoid. Avril didn't like the dreamscape, and she was pretty damn sure the feelings were mutual.

She stopped, and sat down. Avril got into lotus position, placing her katana in front of her. She took in a deep breath, and let it out. She continued breathing like that, slowly getting calmer. The hallway started to stop growing, and soon it turned into the hallways like in school. The doors turned into lockers and classroom doors, and the whispering voices turned into student's chattering voices. The wind was replaced with the ringing of the bell. Avril sighed, and stood up. The katana turned back into a dagger, and she quickly sheathed it.

"Alright, Dreamscape," Avril called out. "You're playing my game now, so my rules are in play! No messing with my mind and no leading me off the path. You are going to help me find Carrie or so help me; I will show you what a nightmare truly is."

The air hummed, as if the Dreamscape understood her. Avril grinned, and quickly stood up. She walked down the halls, her eyes shining with determination and new-found energy.

…

Carrie knew it was a dream the moment she opened her eyes. Wisps were known to put their victims in a deep sleep while they sap the life energy out of them. Carrie just hoped she wouldn't end up dreaming or having a nightmare.

When Carrie woke up, she found herself in her old home in Paris. Her bedroom was spacious, which was pretty comfortable. The walls of her room were light purple, with drawings and Polaroid photos hanging on them. The floor was dark brown wood boards that would squeak when she walked on them. Her bed was against a wall with Polaroid photos making an arch over the bed's headboard. In front of her, a window faced her. The view was perfect. The sky was orange, mixed with shades of pink, signaling it was morning. The Eiffel Tower towered above Paris. The air was cool and smelled of French pastries. It was mornings like this that made Carrie loved France.

"Colette!" a male voice called. "Venez en bas, il est temps de petit-déjeuner!" (Trans: Colette! Come downstairs, it is breakfast time!)

Once she heard that voice, she knew it was all a dream. She hadn't heard her father's voice since she had run away.

"Venant, Papa!" Carrie called out. (Trans: Coming, Dad!)

Carrie jumped out of her bed, and raced towards the burgundy door. She stopped as she stared at the mirror on her door. Her long, curly, raven-black hair was put up in a messy ponytail. Dark purple highlights streaked through her hair. Her skin was peachy, with freckles dotting her cheeks and nose. Dark, violet eyes stared back at her. Carrie gingerly touched her freckles, remembering they started fading when she arrived at Camp Walker. She wore black tank top, fleece lavender pajama bottoms, and a light grey robe. This was not something Carrie would wear.

"I'm Colette Lauren Crescent," she muttered. "I'm not Carolina Laura Crescent. This is a dream. I can at least pretend everything is fine. Avril will find me, I know she will."

With a sigh, she opened the door and rushed down the stairs. The old, wooden stairs creaked underneath her feet. She skipped the last step and hurried into the dining room. The old, black-wood table was placed in front of three, medium-sized windows. The sunlight seeped through the window. Outside, the sun was climbing up into the sky and fluffy white clouds were scattered across the sky. Her father sat at the table, sipping his usual black coffee.

His salt-and-pepper hair was messy and shaggy, and his hazel eyes were warm and bright. Carrie remembered he was eighteen years old when he met her mother. When Carrie was born, he was only nineteen. People called him stupid and reckless for becoming a father at such a young age. But, he never minded. He loved Carrie and did whatever he could to support her.

A plate of atterrissage à plat, with maple syrup and blueberries topped it. A small glass of orange juice sat next to it. Carrie's stomach growled, licking her lips.

"Bonjour, ma petite violette," Mr. Crescent greeted, smiling. (Trans: Good morning, my little violet)

"Bonjour, Papa," Carrie said, sitting down. "Rien à peindre, encore trouvé?" (Trans: Good morning. Found anything to pain, yet?)

"Ah, encore rien," her father sighed. "Allez-vous rencontrer avec Jacques?" (Trans: Ah, nothing yet. Are you going to meet up with Jacques?)

Carrie's cheeks turned deep scarlet. Jacques was her old friend, before she had met Natalia and ran away. He was also her first crush. But, ever since she ran away, she lost anyway of contacting him. Last she heard of him, he was working hard to become a successful director. He was probably to going to that fine arts school for teens in London, England he's been talking about.

"Peut-être...Je ne sais pas," Carrie mumbled, shrugging. (Trans: Maybe…I dunno)

Carrie looked out the window, her eyes wandering.

'Carrie…'

Carrie froze, and suddenly she found herself standing in the middle of a high school hallway. Footsteps echoed throughout the hall, and the air was cold. Carrie looked around, rubbing her arms. Whispering voice of teens filled the halls, some sounding familiar to Carrie.

"The Dreamscape," the purple-eyed girl whispered. "Maybe Avril is here…"

She quickly ran down the hall, unaware of a dark figure watching from the shadows.

….

"What is taking them so long?!" Randy exclaimed as he paced back and forth.

The others were by the bridge, waiting for Avril, Carrie, and Nomi to return. Dante had mysteriously disappeared, though the others didn't mind. Natalia watched as the water in the River of Broken flow. Alice and Ally were sitting on the ground, watching Randy as he paced.

"Don't worry," Ally said. "They're probably dealing with some monsters. They will be fine. Carrie's got magic, Nomi is a ninja master, and Avril can handle herself."

"Just calm down, Cunningham," Alice chimed in. "Your boyfriend will be fine. Don't go mother hen on him. He's eight hundred years old! He's a big boy."

"I can't calm down," Randy muttered. "I'm the NINJA! I'm supposed to be helping, but I can't! My suit is useless against shadow monsters and I have no freaking knowledge about dimensions and prophecies! I'm useless…and pathetic…"

Randy stopped pacing, and looked down. Tears started blurring his vision, and his knees started shaking. All the negative emotions came rushing forward, filling Randy's mind with all the thoughts he ever came across.

'You're pathetic…'

'You're not a normal teenager. You're the ninja! You should know better…'

'You're supposed to protect the innocent, not endanger them!'

'You are not worthy to be the Ninja…'

'You're going to fail because of your stupidity and ignorance…'

"Randy!"

Randy snapped out of his thoughts. He looked and saw he was about to enter the River of the Broken. The purple-haired teen quickly backed away, running into Ally. The Greek/American girl caught the boy, keeping him upright.

"Randy," Ally said. "A-Are you okay? Dude, what the juice! You almost walked right into the river."

"I-I'm so not okay," Randy muttered. "Did you hear—?"

"The voices of the shadows?" asked Natalia as she and Alice walked up to them. "Yeah, thanks to you freaking out, you attracted some shadows. Next time, don't worry so much. Nomi is a Norisu. He's strong and powerful."

"He has weaknesses too," Randy objected. "I just…"

Alice clamped her hand over his mouth, glaring at him.

"You are Randy fucking Cunningham," Alice said, dead serious. "You are the Ninja of Norrisville and a fucking bravest and stupidest hero Disney has ever created. So fucking what you can't use the suit? You can find other ways to help out. You are not useless. You are worthy of being the Ninja. Randy fucking Cunningham, you fucking better man up and show everyone why you were chosen to become the Ninja!"

Everyone stared at Alice, completely astounded and in awe.

"Alice," Ally said, breaking the silence. "That was the most intelligent, most inspirational, and most amazing pep talk you ever gave. Who are you and what have you done to my best friend?"

"I always like this," Alice said, shrugging. "I just refuse to show it."

"Wow," Natalia said. "Maybe we shouldn't underestimate you anymore."

"Yes, yes you shouldn't," Alice said, smugly.

…

Avril was completely lost. The hallways were complete empty and all she could hear was whispering voices. She didn't know if she was where she started or if she had gone the wrong direction. The Dreamscape was probably messing with her mind, or maybe she was just being paranoid. Whatever the case, Avril knew she was lost.

"You are not gonna knock me down," Avril called out. "I am going to find Carrie and get out of here!"

She raised her middle fingers. "So, sit on it! And fuck you, Dreamscape!"

Avril twisted her ruby ring, and pulled it off. The ring turned into a bow, and a silver arrow appeared. Avril kept the bow up and pointed the arrow forward as she walked. Her footsteps echoed, and the air suddenly went warm. Her eyes darted around her, scanning for anything out of the ordinary.

"Avril?"

Avril yelped, and shot her arrow. It flew through the air, and embedded itself in a wall. Carrie stood a centimeter away from the arrow. Her purple eyes were wide with alarm, and her skin paled. The French girl glared at her, slowly marching up to Avril. The dark-haired girl gave a sheepish smile as Carrie grabbed her collar.

"Uh…hi Carrie," Avril said, meekly. "H-How ya doing?"

"Que se passe-t-il!" exclaimed Carrie, angrily.

"I'm guessing you're either saying 'what the fuck' or 'what the hell' in French," Avril said. "I'm sorry! I thought some shadow creature was coming to kill me in disguise."

"Do I look like a shadow creature that's coming to kill you?!"

"Um…no, but you look like you're going to kill me…"

"I'm debating on that," Carrie muttered. "Now, do you know how to get out of here?"

"Nope," Avril said. "But, let's just wing it and find out!"

Carrie groaned, rolling her eyes. Avril pouted, and freed herself from Carrie's death grip. Avril walked off, with Carrie following suit. The two walked down the halls, looking around. Carrie had out her staff, while Avril slung her bow over her shoulder to pull out her dagger. The hallway suddenly shifted, causing them to stop.

"What's going on?" Avril asked.

"The Dreamscape," Carrie answered.

Tall, dark trees towered high above their heads, their branches swaying slowly. Dirt, twigs, and leaves covered the forest ground, along with a few water puddles. The sky was hidden by the trees, though they knew it was night. The forest was dark, but fireflies and glowing white butterflies lit up the dark. A gentle, warm breeze flew through; the air was quiet and calm. Only, the situation was not calming at all.

Up ahead, a dark silhouette stood. It seemed to be staring at Carrie and Avril. The two girls drew their weapons, slowly walking up to the figure.

"Who are you?" Avril called out. "You better tell us or Carrie will go all magic-y on your butt!"

"Really?" Carrie hissed. "Are you trying to get us killed?"

"Perhaps," Avril said. "Or…I'm just being a jerk."

"Fuck you," Carrie said.

Avril just stuck her tongue out, and turned her attention back to the figure. When she turned, the figure was face-to-face with her. Avril screamed, and fell back. Carrie was about to help her, but the figure touched her shoulder and she froze in place.

"Hey!" Avril growled. "Who the fuck do you think you—?"

"I am a goddess," a familiar voice said. "A certain goddess you free."

Avril looked up, and her jaw dropped. The figure gave a wicked smile, and blew something into Avril's face. Purple mist blew into Avril's face, causing the girl to fall back. Avril looked up at the figure, and then the world turned black.

….

Carrie was supposed to be the professional. She knew more things about dimensions than Avril and Nomi. She knew what some of the monsters that were in the Land of Shadows. She was the professional and they were the rookies. But, instead, she made a rookie move and now was trapped in the Dreamscape with some kind of…strange dream monster.

The dream monster had taken them to a cave. Avril was tied up and gagged. She was lying on the ground, out cold. Carrie was tied up, but wasn't gagged. She was sitting next to Avril, watching the monster with a killer glare. The monster was stroking a fire, humming to itself.

Carrie wasn't sure if it was a monster. All she knew that this creature was bad news.

The creature was a young woman, curvy and slim. The woman had delicate, heart-shaped face, high cheek bones, and ruby-red lips. Her skin was white as snow, looking soft and smooth. She had long, silky, dark hair that reached down to past her shoulders. Her eyes were piercing, emerald orbs that glowed with an unsettling light. She wore a dress made of dark silver fabric and raven feathers, with long, lace sleeves and a high collar. Around her neck, she wore a silver necklace with a raven-shaped pendant. A thorny, ebony tiara with ruby jewels rested on her head.

"Who are you?" Carrie asked. "And what do you want with us?"

"I am only here to speak with Avril," the woman said. "Oh, and for your information, I am not a monster. I am a goddess. I am Morgana, the goddess of Life and Death."

"The one Avril said she freed," Carrie muttered. "You're…I thought you were just a fairytale."

Morgana laughed. "Dear, who told you my story? Your mother, Deamata?"

Carrie nodded.

"She did not give you the whole story," Morgana said, looking away. "Sleep now, for this conversation is between me and Avril-Drew."

The goddess waved her hand, and Carrie was knocked out. At the same time, Avril quickly sat up and looked at Morgana. Her eyes narrowed into slits, and she started yelling. But, the gag made the yells muffled.

"Don't waste your breath," Morgana snorted. "That gag is made of pure twilight. Impossible to get off…unless you are a child of Life, Death, or both."

Avril growled, and started thrashing. She stopped, and gave a look that said "The bonds are made of twilight too, aren't they?"

"Indeed," the goddess said. "Now, stop struggling. Aren't you the least bit curious about what I want to talk to you about?"

Avril sighed through her nose, and nodded.

"Then listen!" Morgana exclaimed. "It is about the Prophecy of Destiny. You are destined to succeed this quest. In fact, you are destined to succeed in the five quest involved in the four parts of the prophecy. I am the Dark One, meaning I am the villain the Chosen One fights in the prophecy. The last Chosen One, Xavier Walker, had to fight Beradon'na, the Dark One of the Prophecy of Fate."

Avril tilted her head, accidently letting out a confused-dog sound. Her eyes widen, and her cheeks turned pink. Morgana laughed, shaking her head.

"I see you're confused," Morgana observed. "I'm telling you that this is not going to be the last time we cross paths and fight. I will always fight you, try to convince you to become the Destroyer and not the Savior, and I will always be your enemy."

Morgana let out a sigh, and stood up. She walked over to Avril and gently grasped her chin. The goddess looked into the teen's eyes, and Avril saw many images flash through her mind. Most of the images showed Morgana inside the coffin, trying to break free and calling for her fathers.

"Papa! Daddy! Please, save me! I'm scared! Papa! Daddy! Why aren't you coming to save me?!"

Avril felt tears forming, her heart breaking when she heard young Morgana's scared voice. Morgana smiled, but it was forced and sad.

"I have my reasons for wanting revenge," Morgana said. "I also have reasons for why I am evil. It is your job to learn these reasons. In this quest, you shall learn my time trapped in the glass coffin here in the Land of Shadows. Not only will you save this dimension from an evil sorcerer, but you get to know your enemy. Just like how I got to know you."

Avril's eyes went wide. Morgana gently touched her forehead, and a light filled the whole room.

And then, Avril woke up.

….

Just going to leave you at a cliffhanger! Because I know you guys hate it and I love you guys so much!

OH! And if you're confused about the ending, Avril woke up and escaped from the Dreamscape. That's what I meant.

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