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The Dream was not new, the shape of it as many others had once been. A world very similar to his own, this time. Instead of a rolling pasture, this one took place within a city. Not one like he’d heard of in Arcadia, for even at the dead of night, he imagined it would not be quite so dark. Nor was the shape of that advanced yet archaic city ever quite so… strange. Tall buildings that were often off-kilter, neon signs, an ever present blackness, and the presence of neither a moon nor a sun were shown in this world. Floodlights and ill-equipped lanterns made the surroundings visible, but only the fountain at the center of this world was well-lit.
In that world, a creature made of black shadows fought a man who looked quite similar to the tales he’d heard of executor selendis. He was taller than his dad by at least half and again, and he had no mouth. His skin was rather like a lizards, he thought. The creature he was facing had yellow eyes, black skin that seemed to contort and change and twist in odd fashions.
His challenger stood proud, blades of what he knew to be psychic energy, even if he didn’t know how, protruding from his arms. The tall creature’s shoulders were shaking hard, which was rather interesting, considering that he was a creature without a nose or a mouth.
The glowing orange forest that served as his eyes burned as he held up one arm, and elemental lightning jumped to his call.
“Come then! The tall, pale creature yelled in a voice that wasn’t a voice. It did not enter his ears, not even his dreaming ones, but pounded into his head, and they were filled with flame and defiance. “Come, then, and feel for yourself the power of the firstborn!”
He wondered which would win, but he knew he probably wouldn’t really find out. He never got to see for that long on these night-time excursions. Still, he might know what this was, this time. He could ask dad. He would have to believe him.
He smiled, even as he felt the dream world’s tangled weaving let him go, the tendrils wrapping around him finally letting go.
Yes, he would ask dad many things. He would ask him if the protoss had no mouths. He would ask him if they were also called the first-born. He would ask if their blood was really blue.
Alejandro Dela Segadora would find the answers he sought.
In that world, a creature made of black shadows fought a man who looked quite similar to the tales he’d heard of executor selendis. He was taller than his dad by at least half and again, and he had no mouth. His skin was rather like a lizards, he thought. The creature he was facing had yellow eyes, black skin that seemed to contort and change and twist in odd fashions.
His challenger stood proud, blades of what he knew to be psychic energy, even if he didn’t know how, protruding from his arms. The tall creature’s shoulders were shaking hard, which was rather interesting, considering that he was a creature without a nose or a mouth.
The glowing orange forest that served as his eyes burned as he held up one arm, and elemental lightning jumped to his call.
“Come then! The tall, pale creature yelled in a voice that wasn’t a voice. It did not enter his ears, not even his dreaming ones, but pounded into his head, and they were filled with flame and defiance. “Come, then, and feel for yourself the power of the firstborn!”
He wondered which would win, but he knew he probably wouldn’t really find out. He never got to see for that long on these night-time excursions. Still, he might know what this was, this time. He could ask dad. He would have to believe him.
He smiled, even as he felt the dream world’s tangled weaving let him go, the tendrils wrapping around him finally letting go.
Yes, he would ask dad many things. He would ask him if the protoss had no mouths. He would ask him if they were also called the first-born. He would ask if their blood was really blue.
Alejandro Dela Segadora would find the answers he sought.