The Dreaming
They are weary from fighting -- from defending all creation from horror -- but Fate needs them now to push a little further. He has them stand in a circle, and borrows strength as he pushes his mind out one more time, spreading his very consciousnesses to the far corners of reality.
He rises into the air above them, energy swirling into a tornado around him.
"Lord Shaper Dream he says. "You who are in one aspect my son, Daniel Hall. I beseech of you, lend me the power and strength of your realm for our work, for it is in Dreams that reality is defined!"
And now both the land and air are quaking. Fate ignores it, pushes his mind toward Earth.
"I call on three, whose legends define the soul of our world, three bound together by heroism and the bonds of the Justice League of America" -- and in that moment, Fate recall the warnings the Phantom Stranger gave Wonder Woman, and prays the bond between them has been reignited enough for this to work.
"I call you by the names that propel your legends -- Superman, Batman and Wonder Woman -- I bid you dream! Dream of the world as it was, of its people and planets, all where they should be. By the sacred oaths you three swore to protect your world, I call on you now!"
Fate is nearly horse and exhausted, but there's still more to go. Gently, he takes all the energy the Titans below him can spare, and pushes further. He knows the Magus suggested himself for the 4th, but that makes little sense -- he does NOT see the world as it is. He sees much more than that. Sometimes too much. And then it hits him -- one of their time and reality, who sees the world as it is, whom has been in this since the beginning.
"I call on you, Detective Chimp, by the compact you swore to me on Earth, bring your deduction and insight into this new world, help me reconnect it to man and nature."
One more -- the hardest of them all. A germ of new facets of reality is forming, swirling around them. This aspect of the Dreaming becomes a place of madness, and that suits his purposes just fine.
"Lady Delirium," says Fate, as respectfully as he can muster. "By my bonds to your brother, I call on you, you who define reason by your very existence, to lend us your will and power in recreating the lost portions of our world."
And his pleas fall out to the universe -- to the Endless to aid him, and to the mortals to simply dream -- and from there, a multiverse will be repaired.
He rises into the air above them, energy swirling into a tornado around him.
"Lord Shaper Dream he says. "You who are in one aspect my son, Daniel Hall. I beseech of you, lend me the power and strength of your realm for our work, for it is in Dreams that reality is defined!"
And now both the land and air are quaking. Fate ignores it, pushes his mind toward Earth.
"I call on three, whose legends define the soul of our world, three bound together by heroism and the bonds of the Justice League of America" -- and in that moment, Fate recall the warnings the Phantom Stranger gave Wonder Woman, and prays the bond between them has been reignited enough for this to work.
"I call you by the names that propel your legends -- Superman, Batman and Wonder Woman -- I bid you dream! Dream of the world as it was, of its people and planets, all where they should be. By the sacred oaths you three swore to protect your world, I call on you now!"
Fate is nearly horse and exhausted, but there's still more to go. Gently, he takes all the energy the Titans below him can spare, and pushes further. He knows the Magus suggested himself for the 4th, but that makes little sense -- he does NOT see the world as it is. He sees much more than that. Sometimes too much. And then it hits him -- one of their time and reality, who sees the world as it is, whom has been in this since the beginning.
"I call on you, Detective Chimp, by the compact you swore to me on Earth, bring your deduction and insight into this new world, help me reconnect it to man and nature."
One more -- the hardest of them all. A germ of new facets of reality is forming, swirling around them. This aspect of the Dreaming becomes a place of madness, and that suits his purposes just fine.
"Lady Delirium," says Fate, as respectfully as he can muster. "By my bonds to your brother, I call on you, you who define reason by your very existence, to lend us your will and power in recreating the lost portions of our world."
And his pleas fall out to the universe -- to the Endless to aid him, and to the mortals to simply dream -- and from there, a multiverse will be repaired.