What is True? [On the Other Side]

[Lucan Aurelius]

The breeze at night swept over Lucan's face. His body levitated over the water as he observed the rising orb in the sky. The ocean below him didn't seem like it was really saltwater, and the sand might as well be grains of sugar. What he had just seen the other night was brain-shattering, yet why hadn't he lost his sanity? It may have been the years with Darkrai, teaching him to embrace the truth carefully. He could not let the people find this out while inside of the dream. To free everyone, he must force freedom upon them. It is a shame that he had awakened as a god before he knew. If this was a dream, this could have easily been manipulated into a land that would have made him happy.

Yet, it was a selfish wish to take their paradise away. Then again, it was apparently his goal to expose them to the truth after being blinded so by Cresselia. It came to him that he should see what this outside world looked like first. Lucan knew that he lacked a body out in the word, however. If he were to access a person's dreaming mind and appear on the other side, a new body must be created immediately. 

His gray wings shattered with his whole body, disappearing into little sparkles of white. Then, he looked up. He was being pulled through a gray tunnel. The dream of Bacchus, a merchant with a loving wife and child, was simply a repeat of the events of the day besides the altered point of view. Sweeping through his mind quickly, a gate in the soup of dreams opened to the god. Without hesitating and fear of the real world, he sped through it and was blinded by...

...the rays of the moon, peaking out of heavy cloud cover. The sea in front of him was agitated by the terrible weather. Lucan had never seen a storm this large before. Usually, the beaches were calm with a chance of some larger waves. He attempted to step back, only to realize that he was above a man who looked exactly like the merchant he had entered. He gasped and continued to try and move away, but his deteriorating spirit was stuck and bound to him. Being born in the 'false' world, he himself was 'false'. 

Oh, that is right! The body! Slowly, his shape began to return to the world sans the transparency. The feeling of the harsh winds and the spray of the sea were able to be felt. The god touched his face, and then tapped at the sand with his bare toes. There was no difference, other than the countless sleeping bodies and the lack of town. He was in the real world for the first time. Believing that there was no one awake, Lucan did nothing to hide his true appearance: a boy with gray, somewhat angular 'crescent' wings and pale, gray eyes. 

He turned around, walking closer to the mainland while trying to avoid putting his sandy feet on some poor sap's sleeping face. They were arranged in mysteriously-organized rows and columns. However, no matter how far he would think he is going, the town was nowhere to be found. Oh no... then the town was also a fabrication. The boy ran back, looking over the sleeping bodies. Some of the faces looked familiar, but one in particular interested him:

the body of a pale-skinned, white-haired girl. Even asleep, she appeared as fragile as she did in the dream. The sad part was that he never found out her name. What if...

Remembering the only way that he knew to break spells, he assumed that he could wake people up the same way. Lucan knelt down beside her head, and pressed his lips against her like he had done the day they had first met.

[Erra]

In the dream she was cutting off the head of a poor current sacrifice, she didn't know the sacrifice nor most of the people watching. She had no memories of the man she had met.... Well at least not completely... she felt his touch, his breath, his everything... She swore it was all a dream some fantasy that cresselia had created just for her torment... Then she could not help but wonder, what if. A dream... That was this was... A dream, nothing is real, even the sacrifices weren't real. Those who enter the dream changed it, they were the creators of the Kingdom Somniis, well that in the wicked witch cresselia.

She felt a pressing on her lips just as the scythe came down to cut off the poor victim's head, blood splatter all over her matching the color of her eyes, her face stone still with no care, would you care if you knew it all was fake? She a sudden rush or pull, what was happening? Her mind could not computer what this feeling was... that was when everything all around her went blurry and seemed to be going further and further away. What the? It had to be cresselia's doing, but why? Why pull her away from sacrificial alter? Why now?

Temperature and things her real body felt came hitting at her, she began to shiver seeming to be pulled from the warm perfect paradise of the dream. The sand felt hard and wet, she felt horrible like she was trapped in an awful storm of sorts and it just caused her whole body to ache in pain. What the? She gradually began to open her eyes, dry from the sand particles trapped under her lids. The moon's light seemed to greet her cool as the sea. Then it hit her, lips... Familiar damn lips... She pushed with all her might the heavy thing kissing her on the lips. "Get off me! You pervert!" She attempted to say but her voice was too dry and felt it had no been used in a long long time.

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[Ginger]

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