As she fell through the air, Nights felt some of the pain begin to ease and she soon found herself at a little plaza with a beautiful white fountain. Limping a bit, thanks to her injuries, Nights made her way to the fountain then looked into the water. "It's so clean and clear," Nights sighed before she heard something.
"Hoo-hoo! Welcome, Visitor!" a voice greeted and Nights instictively turned to see an owl dressed up as a gentleman. Nights was speechless until she heard him gasp at the sight of her cuts and bruises. "My,my, Visitor! How do you sleep?!" he asked me as if he was surprised.
Nights tilted her head on one side in the same confusion. "Who are you, old bird? Where am I?"
Forgetting her injuries, the owl fluffed his feathers. "I beg your pardon!" he said, containing his anger. "Just because I've been here much longer than you've been alive it doesn't mean that I have the spirit of you youths!"
"So you are an old bird," Nights smirked mischeviously and giggled as he tried not to be angry. "By the way, my name is Nights. What's yours?"
"Hoo-hoo, I am Owl, the watcher of the Dream Gate," the old bird hooted as he perched himself on the small stand near the entrance. "Ever feel that some of dreams are real? Ever wonder why?" Nights looked at Owl with interest, and yet with darkness and seemed lost. "Well that's because what you dreamers referr to as dreams is really this world."
"A world of dreams, huh?"
"Precisely!" Owl hooted with glee before a cold chill was felt from behind her. Owl's eyes bugged with fright. "Reala! What are you doing here?!" he paniced as Nights carefully examined him. He was neither human nor beast but he looked dangerous with those cresent scars on his eyes. She almost wanted to laugh at his black lipstick though.
"Owl, who is this?" she ashed with curiosity.
Reala walked up to Nights, completely ignoring Owl and he looked at her, his cold true blue eyes staring into her. "I am Reala, commander of the Nightmare army and right hand man of Wiseman," he smirked and raised his black-yellow claw-gloved hand.
"Why?" Nights asked, tilting her head slightly.
Reala seemed entertained. "You're about to find out," he muttered and took her ideya shard, Owl, flying away with fear.