ToT Drabble the really last one.
For maeritrae who woke him up.
Was this the first time? He thinks so but his memories are such frail things. He remembers their first meeting, waiting for the upstart Doomlord to arrive. He remembers meeting eyes as black as his own and seeing something stronger, more durable than he could ever have dreamed of. He couldn't frighten this one.
Mortals fear dreams. Fear and covet them. Only in dreams can a mortal truly understand what it is like to be a single harmonious whole, not a rigid jointed triad. So if mortals come to his lands, where dreams are more than phantasms, why should he not grant the wishes in their inner hearts?
He has never feared another before. Always the Dreamlord has known that the others would have to work in concert to do him lasting harm. Foolishly he believed that the new one would be the same. As he pushes himself up to his knees, tongue darting out to taste the silver blood that dribbles from the gash above his eye, he begins to think that maybe he was wrong.
"How dare you flaunt my orders?" The voice is like the chill of a winter storm and the other does not rise from his seat, staring contemptously down at Dreamlord. "How dare you slay mortals without permission? Fifty score of mortals, those not killed driven to madness and slaying hundreds more. And it was all your doing? What could you hope to achieve?"
The Dreamlord bows his head "But I never meant to hurt them."
He is spared, but as he takes to the sky, he sees black eyes follow his path and knows. The other does not believe him. This means dangerous skies ahead. Only one can hope for survival now.
Was this the first time? He thinks so but his memories are such frail things. He remembers their first meeting, waiting for the upstart Doomlord to arrive. He remembers meeting eyes as black as his own and seeing something stronger, more durable than he could ever have dreamed of. He couldn't frighten this one.
Mortals fear dreams. Fear and covet them. Only in dreams can a mortal truly understand what it is like to be a single harmonious whole, not a rigid jointed triad. So if mortals come to his lands, where dreams are more than phantasms, why should he not grant the wishes in their inner hearts?
He has never feared another before. Always the Dreamlord has known that the others would have to work in concert to do him lasting harm. Foolishly he believed that the new one would be the same. As he pushes himself up to his knees, tongue darting out to taste the silver blood that dribbles from the gash above his eye, he begins to think that maybe he was wrong.
"How dare you flaunt my orders?" The voice is like the chill of a winter storm and the other does not rise from his seat, staring contemptously down at Dreamlord. "How dare you slay mortals without permission? Fifty score of mortals, those not killed driven to madness and slaying hundreds more. And it was all your doing? What could you hope to achieve?"
The Dreamlord bows his head "But I never meant to hurt them."
He is spared, but as he takes to the sky, he sees black eyes follow his path and knows. The other does not believe him. This means dangerous skies ahead. Only one can hope for survival now.