During times that are forgotten and forever lost does the presence of the once unwilling guest find himself sitting across from his tormentor in an Eastern palace. A room that is clothed in the colors of burning embers and has drawing of small aviaries, which flew around the room but were still trapped in their two-dimensional forms. It was a room that was only lighten up by the dozen windows that filled this hallway-sized room, each one stylized in a different form and texture. The two beings that were both alien to the other, were sitting softly on the plush red throw pillows that only just existed. "I believe I have a rather delectable slice of cake for you."
"Um I don't really have a sweet tooth." This is clearly as lie as the stallion is still unaware about whether or not he could trust this creature.
"Why are you trying to lie to me, is it because I unnerve you? Trust me Replete I know just about everything about you." The creature says these words without a slight blink of an eye; it does not question its morals and sees its knowledge as being nothing more than standard.
"Just tell me what are you?"
The creature sighed and a dragon puff of white steam lifted from its' nose. "Ah… if only it were so easy to define. Why I remember long before the great ponynation known as Equstria there were ponies that once proclaimed us to be dream pantheons. They had built temples towards us. They would leave us tokens so that they may obtain the third eye throughout their kingdoms…"
"Wait, how old are you?" That statement came out as a muddled mess as Replete was chewing down on a delectable dark chocolate cake.
"I have forgotten. As you have noticed time is nonexistent in this realm. There is no telling how old I am. I seem to remember things that I was never even near to have witnessed. Now back to the history of my kin. The reign of our great power only lasted so long, after so many brutal wars did the great empire fall as well as our legend. Soon ponies stopped believing in us and we no longer become pantheons. We soon became a single being, held together by an old ponies tale known as the Sandmare. But in my own opinion, I am rather biased towards the term my…friend Starswirl used to call us, the Star Creatures."
"You knew Starswirl the Bearded?"
"Yes, he was…he truly was a dear friend of mine." As she was saying this, her eyes filled with loss and sadness stared out towards a window that was permanently frosted in the morning fog and framed by the darkest red oak to ever be seen.
"Okay you still haven't told me what you are!"
"I'm afraid that what can only called old mare tales are all I have to know of what I am. I am a dream. It is my duty, no my purpose to oversee all creatures dreams. I create the wildest fantasy as well as tearing a pony down with their nightmares. That is what I am and who I am. I was Morpheus, I was the Sandmare, and I am and always been Agena." Her eyes glowed with a fire undetectable to any being but swarmed so ferociously at the gateway to the soul that it burned all onlookers. "Now unless you have any further question at the time I rather wish to begin with the tea."
Replete could only shake his head in response, to terrified on what who happen if he gave the creature a verbal response. With quivering hooves he grabbed for the drink the creature had placed in front of him. A small beige cup slightly stained from constant usage. Inside the cup was a warm red liquid; it looked like watered down lava. Replete quickly started to drink the beverage and was instantly hit with its taste. A taste of fresh orange blossoms, the seductive taste of red wine that most have been centuries old to taste so sweet and so fine, it almost brought a tear to his eye. A taste that drenched his soul in a feeling of content but with the small spark passion that wasn't his. "Oh dear Celestia, never before had the privilege to taste such sweet liquid."
Agena chuckled softly as if Replete had reminded it of some old joke it had heard before. "It is such a fine taste is it not and you will find that it shares a scent that quite receives that taste." As the Creature spoke these words the heavy scent of vanilla that wraps itself around the scent of fresh apples. "There is nothing more sweeter nor as strong as the first taste of lust don't you agree?"
"What do you mean?"
"I created this tea from the lasting emotions brought from a young mares first dreams of desire. It truly is such a rich fine taste. Sweater than any wine."
"Are you saying I'm drinking someponies wet dream? That's just sick!"
Agena tail was affront much like a feline does when angered. Bitterness swarmed around its body, creating a wicked storm of unpleasantness. "As my guest I request you to not undermine my creations. Yes what you were quite accepting to drink beforehand was the emotions another pony felt during their first dream that will help define their sexuality later in life. It is not something to be so repelled of. I had hoped you would be wiser but it seems I have been mislead. I suppose I am forced to go a different route in order to make sense of my world. "
"What…are you going to do to me?" Replete could only mutter these words out has a cold shiver bolted down his spine, sending every hair on his body to stand up. He knew he had angered something that had once been a deity and was about to be punished. Several horrible scenarios flashed through his skull. This creature could easily sentence him back into the endless darkness, trapped there until his sanity escapes him. Lost in the world of nightmares, never truly able to awaken from them.
"It seems that you are far more close minded that I had original speculated, therefore I am forced to show you my world. Maybe then you will learn."
(I hope you readers are enjoying my story so far. Please comments on your thoughts, it would mean a lot to me. I named the creature Agena which is one of names given for just one of the stars making up the constellation Sagittarius. The name will make more sense later one in the story, for know I hope you enjoy my work and keep on reading.)