Forevermore
Still wishing on dandelions.
Where everything began...
Before the tribulations of Morpheus, there was a sole deity who looked over the Land of the Unconscious. Hypni, the deity of sleep. They had been overseeing these lands for a millennia, and they felt the great beyond calling to them. They knew it would soon be time to pass the torch onto another. And so, Hypni created two individuals, a boy and girl, to replace them and rule together once they were prepared enough. The boy, Hypni created of sand, the girl, from ashes. Morpheus, the boy of sand, followed Hypni's instructions to the letter, and was most interested in the process of dream-making, and the wonder said dreams could bring to all who slept.
Somnia, the girl of ash, however, had little interest in these things, and placed more attention onto things some may call ominous, like the creatures that lurked in the darkest corners of the Land, as well as how dreams- including nightmares- could spark different reactions in people. She wanted to push the boundaries of dreams and reality.
Hypni felt concern for Somnia's interests, so when the fated day came, of the twins' coronation, Hypni interrupted to give a speech about how they must put the well-being of all parties before anything else when choosing who to rule over Lullendrift and oversee the Land of the Unsconscious. At the end, they chose Morpheus to be the sole ruler of Lullendrift and the Lord of Dreams.
Somnia, furious that she wouldn't receive the honor she was promised for so long, swore she would get revenge and Lullendrift would fall to her hands. She left the ceremony, ignoring Hypni's and Morpheus' pleas to be civil about the matter, full of nothing but rage.
Not even a week after the incident, Hypni disappeared, without a trace.
Slowly, over the span of a few decades, the nation of Lullendrift began to convert, out of Morpheus' control. Places that were once bright and peaceful became treacherous and dim. Beasts of shadow roamed the land, some so terrifying it was said you would be paralyzed with fear if you even glanced at them. Nightmares, which used to be a rare occurrence during the process of dream-making, appeared so often that Morpheus couldn't produce enough good dreams to balance them out, let alone overpower the amount of bad dreams. Morpheus, of course, knew that Somnia was behind it all.
One evening, as Morpheus was preparing to try and create some more pleasant dreams, one of his servants ran up to him and gave him a letter, out of breath, covered in ash. Morpheus recognized Somnia's handwriting at once. It proclaimed Somnia as the Empress of Nightmares. Somnia wrote that she now had an army that none could defeat, and that she was more than prepared to seize Lullendrift for herself, as she had been doing with the Land of the Unconscious for a while now. She finished off the letter by saying that if Morpheus surrendered to her, she would let him and what remained of his people live. But if he didn't, she would fulfill the promise she had made at the ceremony all those years ago and defeat Morpheus, destroying Lullendrift and all he held dear.
Enraged, the Lord of Dreams had a letter sent back to wherever Somnia was that declared war on her and her army. Morpheus had never fought a war before, but he wasn't about to let Lullendrift succumb to the Empress that easily. Morpheus gathered what troops he had and told them to prepare for battle.
Somnia was, unfortunately, a woman of her word. The Empress of Nightmares and her shadowy creatures slowly began whittling away at Morpheus' re-inforcements, and the strange darkness began to nibble away at Lullendrift, one chunk at a time.
As Somnia gained on them, the Lord began to panic. What remained of his army was weak, what remained of his people were terrified of what appeared to be a certified destruction, and what remained of his kingdom wasn't even half of what the old Lullendrift used to be. The Lord of Dreams was desperate to find a way to stop his sister, before it was too late.
One restless morning, however, he was looking through his temple's library, searching for something, anything, that could aid him in his darkest hour. After a while of searching, he stumbled upon a tattered old book of Lulladrift legends. One chapter had a bookmark left in it from who knows how long ago. He opened the book to the chapter that was marked, and he read of a mythical artifact of great power. It was called the Relic of Desire. Ancient powers that had existed before even old Hypni did crafted the Relic out of a chunk of the Evening Wishing Star. It is said that a native of the Land of the Unconscious, when they laid hands upon the Relic, could wish for anything, and the Relic would grant it. However, the Ancient Powers hid the Relic in fear of it falling into the wrong hands. Fortunately, a map leading to the hidden location of the artifact was created, although its pieces where scattered all over the Land of the Unconscious.
Morpheus knew in his heart that this was his only chance at stopping his sister from succeeding. Without it, certain doom was in store. He spent what little free time he had in between his royal duties researching as much as possible. At the end of the lord's studies, he had this information:
1) The Relic can only grant one wish every 100 years.
2) The Relic can only be used by a native of the Land of the Unconscious.
3) There were four map pieces that worked like puzzle pieces. When they are put together correctly, they will showcase something like a GPS that will show where you are in relation to the Relic's location.
4) There is a famous, old poem popular among the people of Lullendrift that is said to be about the map pieces:
A wish, a wish, hidden from those;
Who's devious desires they wish to impose;
A map, a map, can show us the way;
Can unfog the path, as clear as day.
One piece rests in the cavern's hoard;
One piece swims in the lagoon's shore;
One piece hides in the forest's chest;
One piece lurks in Desolate's breast.
All together, all together, then your path will shine;
We found the wish, we found the wish;
What I desire most will soon be mine.
5) Assumedly, the locations that the poem spoke of were the Caverns of Longing, the Pools of Slumber, the Forests of Regret, and the Desolate Plains.
All that was left was to go find the map pieces, and then the location of the Relic of Desire would be revealed. Unfortunately, that's where Morpheus hit his first problem- he couldn't go off on this expedition himself, as he had a nation to look after. And he couldn't send off his already frail troops either.
There was only one thing for it: he would have to select champions from the Come-And-Gos.
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