In the dark of the world, hidden in the heart of a vast mountain range, was a cavernous room. In the gloom a pale yellow light swarmed around the skull of a being seated on a massive black throne.  The skeletal women, for the flow of the ornate robes and the long red hair spoke to her gender, slumbered. Her dreams vast and her scope wide, observing the events both large and small, which were happening on this small planet.  The Dreamer felt a subtle change it the energies of the world.  With that change the once slumbering figure roused herself from the depths of the Galdhr, as she did so the room illuminated with a pale flickering energy that crackled and hummed with power. 

Turning her attention on the anomaly, the Dreamer focused on the male who had appeared through a dimensional portal, one of his own making. That alone would have be enough to have her study him. Reaching deep in to the records of the Dreamers she found a similar signature. Feeling the energies that recorded the prior event, energies with an amethyst hue, she studied what had been recorded before. 

This man had been recorded and by Skallagrim, Cughtagh of the Queen, in a place that existed in the past and the future. A place where time stalled, where the entirety of the multiverse’ energy streamed freely with idea that nothing was impossible.  Reaching out tentatively, slowly, the Dreamer known as Jessi touched the Cughtagh and recoiled in fear and reverence. It was not her place, no she had merely found what she sought and turned her attention back to the man, prepared to add further to the dream that represented his existence. 

Shock. Followed by anger as the Dreamer Jessi focused her attention on the man and his . . . watch, mock the Dreaming Queen.  Rising from her throne, her pale robes shifting to reveal the dark armor of the Dreamers underneath, her left hand grasping the hilt of a two-handed sword that crackled an sparked with Seidhr. Pulling the Dark energies to her, she began forming her skeletal mount, she would bring wrath upon the foolish man who dare mock the Eternal Dreamer.  As the faint echoes of hoof falls began resonating in the deep cavern, a niggling thought entered her thoughts.

This man had insulted the Queen, had depraved her honor with his disgusting whorishness. This man, this Scion had entered the dreams of Skallagrim; perhaps then this man should face the Queen’s champion. Releasing her sword and the summons for her mount, she focused her energies on the Cughtagh. Reaching through time and space, through worlds, striking fear in the hearts of those who dreamt. Jessi established a dreaming gate betwixt her and the Cughtagh. 

[color=fff79a]“Forgive me.”[/color] Hissed Jessi, entering the consciousness of the Cughtagh, merging her energies with his, sharing a dream in the Galdhr. [color=fff79a]“I have disturbing news, please; touch the dream fragment I hold in my consciousness.”[/color] 

For a moment, perhaps aeons, silence lingered between the two as they observed the events at the water park. A millennium more passed before the Cughtagh hissed, [color=a187be]“Open me completely the gate to your world.”[/color]

[color=fff79a]“As you wish.”[/color]

Through exploded planets, rising and declining civilizations, through wars and peace the Dreamer known as Skallagrim appeared to all who slumbered in his path. An Angel, a demon, he was fear and salvation to those who glimpsed the skeletal being wreathed in amethyst flames.  Deep in the hidden cavern, the two Dreamers stood in silence, eternity, a brief moment in time before the heavy hooves of the great charger of the Cughtagh manifest. Thunderous echoes in the cavernous hollow. 

Touching the forehead of Jessi, a lingering touch, something all Dreamers shared when together. It was a moment that bonded them to their fates, reminded them of their flesh forms, and reminded them that they once were more than energy. It was a ritual that all looked forward to as it reminded them of a world shroud in eternal dreams.

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Above the water park a roiling and spreading cloud of darkness appeared with such rapidity that it took the breath away from those who had a moment before been lashed by the warmth of the sun.  Those of deep religious faith prayed and those who held no faith stood in dubious awe as from the darkness rode a skeletal form atop a shadowy and skeletal charger. Both laced with shimmering amethyst flames. 

[i][color=f26522]"Oh come on Dennis. We are in another dimension. There is no way the he is going to hear this. Plus. I could totally take him."[/color][/i]

[color=a187be]“Indeed?”[/color]  Said the armored being, slipping from the horse, and the moment he did so those around them suddenly realized that this was not a show. With deep, soul wrenching fear, a panic rippled through the crowd as the people began hurrying away. Then when the great horse stamped its foot the fear bubbled over into chaos. 

[color=a187be]“Insulting the Dreaming Queen? I am here, come show me how you will defeat me then.”[/color] Skallagrim hissed with a subtle timber as he felt a tapping on his shoulders.  The war sword lay on his left hip and the swirling mass that was the dagger known as Rhiannon lay on his right.  Turning slowly, a hand on each weapon, Skallagrim faced a man in Hawaiian shorts. 

[b]“Hey  . . . um . . . never mind”[/b] Hawaiian shorts mewled as he stared in to the blazing eye sockets of the Cughtagh. 

Turning back to the man and his watch that lay on the plastic lounger, Skallagrim stared a moment then hissed softly, [color=a187be]“Well?”[/color]