Dream of the Endless (endless_dream) wrote in pandemansion, @ 2008-03-29 23:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | acheron parthenopaeus, arriving, dream |
April 3rd, Arrival of Dream
Who?: Dream and Ash
What?: Dream's arrival.
When?: Late afternoon.
Where?: Not far from the gazebo.
Rating?: PG
Status?: In progress Finished
It was not until the loose white sand beneath his feet changed into hard gravel that Dream realized something was wrong. Looking around he saw that the scenery had changed from a barren desert into a rocky shoreline; a set of stairs had been carved into the side of the cliff face that loomed in front of him. His gaze followed their path up the cliff, past a white gazebo that had been built into the side of the steep hill, and came to rest on a the large mansion that seemed to be the center of this place. None of it seemed remotely familiar. Somewhere during his walk through the Soft Places at the edges of the Dreaming, he had gone astray.
And indeed, he was no longer in the Soft Places. Had that been the case then leaving would have been a simple matter, requiring no more effort than a thought. But whoever or whatever ruled this place did not want him to leave, and had probably been what led him here, so skillfully that he had not even realized it. Dream of the Endless had never been one to panic, but as he stood alone on the beach, the reality of the situation sinking in, he was as close as he had ever come to doing exactly that. This was not some magician's spell; it was something much more subtle and more powerful, to have brought him here like this.
Whatever it was, and whatever their reason for bringing him here, they could not have chosen a worse time to do it. The Dreaming was not quite in the state it had been after the Kindly Ones had completed their vengeful rampage, but it was far from being fully restored. If Dream remained here for too long there was no telling how much further off that would become, or how much of what had been done would be undone. A memory that was not hs own tugged at the corner of his mind, a memory of returning to his kingdom and finding that is had been reduced to ruins and was slowly crumbling into dust... he could not let that happen again.
I suppose, he thought, that it would be useful to know where I am, at least. He approached the stairs, and slowly made his way up toward the mansion.