.::. The Balance of Dreams : Nirvana x Qwartz .::.
"Goodnight," the mother said to her child before kissing him on the head after tucking him in.
"See you in the morning," said the old man to his wife as the lamplight was clicked.
"I love you."
"I love you too." the lovebirds spoke to each other in the darkness, hands embraced.
The world shifted and turned as more and more people fell asleep and others awoke, however, is that not always the constant with this world world? No two days are exactly alike with the same dreamers affecting the malleable reality they unknowingly step into each night. People plagued with nightmares to children and animals playing in their own personal worlds, each have their own side; the dark and the light. Each person has dreams that horrify them, dreams that they wish would never end. They are purely acknowledged from perspective: Nightmares and Dreams. After all, what is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly. . .
Part I : The Light Realm
Chapter I: "The Ballroom"
Majestic orchestra music radiated throughout the land of people's memories and minds. The world seemed to have a beat of its own which everything fell into its rhythm. Beautiful birds of paradise glided across the sky and the grass below shifted this way and that in the wind. The night sky shifted and changed as the colorful galaxies and gasses moved about. For as far as the eye could see or the ear could hear, there was love and beauty in the air. A soft scent of a fresh bottle of champagne and aromatic flowers filled the air. No paved roads were to be seen, only technicolor flowers were the ever-changing paths which lead from a ballet studio to giant mansions holding extravagant parties and ancient people dancing on drums in a campfire circle. As the dreams of the dreamer changed, so did the land known as The Ballroom.
A young man, no more than 23 or 24, walked alone through the vast fields of The Ballroom. His hair was as chrome as the moon which sat filled with light just above him. With skin a fantastic shade of coral blue-green and eyebrows more like works of art carved delicately into his skin gave him a very severe sense of elegance and power to his young face. A bold line of chrome wrapped from either sideburn and to the center of his chin stopping in a small pointed goatee tied with what can only be described a tiny flicker of light. The young man was sky-clad, or almost entirely bare save for an enormous violet rope wrapped around his waist that was covered in strings of prayer beads that clattered like wooden wind-chimes when he moved or was caught in the wind. The drastic spikes in his hair moved this way and that as his thought processes did. On his bare back were two spirals, one round, the other with hard square-like edges; the Fibonacci spirals.
Eluzyn was what he went by, though he hardly gave his name out to others. One hardly needs a name in a universe where thoughts are instantaneous and words are often too limiting for communication. Eluzyn was seen as a guardian to many of the permanent residence in the dream world. Although, he'd been around for so long, hardly a Sprite believed that he didn't originate from the creations of the human consciousness as many of the other Sprites did.
The Universe of Dreams, or the Universe as it's known to the Sprites, is divided in two; Light and Dark sides, Nightmares and Dreams as the Human consciousnesses call them. The Sprites are conscious dreams which never-end, are also divided and work in tandem to create a delicate balance, similar to Yin and Yang. Some show themselves as singular people, as Eluzyn prefers, as an entire scenery, such as The Ballroom, in which specific dreams are manifested by Human consciousness, either collectively or alone to maintain balance. This chrome-haired man is one of the few who have made it their responsibility to maintain balance when the larger Sprites fail to do so.
Such as now.
A mansion far off in the distance, the source of the orchestra music, became enveloped in a dark shroud where a patch of sky was changed to complete shadow. The howl of a strange creature echoed through the plain and Eluzyn broke into a run across the hollow ground. The spirals in his back lifted off in two-dimensional wings which lifted him above the line of greenery. Grass, sprites, and dancers in the fields turned into a blur of a watercolor painting as he zipped through the dreams around him and stopped just before the ring of dirt that surrounded the now decaying mansion. A loud crash could be heard inside the mansion and before a thought's second - the time it took to manifest a thought - he had stepped into the unwelcome nightmare and stood in front of the large ornamental doors. Around him, the stench of fear, anger, and hatred could be felt as the dancers broke out into blood-curdling screams of terror. The mansion doors slowly opened before him and the nightmare took full hold of him, he was now in the realm of darkness in which the lighthearted dream had been sucked into. The sky above him was cloudy, a full yellow moon hung in the sky, occasionally breaking through the clouds which now threatened a horrible storm. Thunder clapped followed by a flash of lightening which seemed all too bright, adding to the eerieness of things.
The dancers in the large ballroom - which it seemed all the mansion was composed of, were scattering, looking for a way out, unknowing of the door Eluzyn just opened. Whatever Dark Sprite was polluting this Dream of Light was powerful. These unlucky human dreamers would not be able to awake from the nightmare unlike the sprites who'd already fled from the sudden change in scenery. The Guardian stretched his arms out in front of him as an elegant staff manifested itself in his hands. Then he saw the culprit in the shadows of the lightening as a woman in an elegant red dress was lifted from the floor.
"Halt!" Eluzyn shouted at the creature, its appearance then came into full focus as it noticed him.
A large humanoid thing stood there, holding the belle by the neck. It was covered in matted fur covered in congealed blood and stood several feet taller than most. Enormous fangs jutted from its upper jaw and a hideous under-bite shown a line of jagged teeth. Two wolf ears flattened at the Guardian's words and quickly perked back up as it let out another howl to the ceiling. Another crack and boom of thunder lit up the room; a werewolf is what the Humans were screaming as they backed against the wall. Giant yellow eyes were now visible in the darkness as it was bestowed with a new-found energy from the darkness. It took a rip out of the woman's throat, blood spewed across the ballroom as she let out a garbled scream and disappeared as a dreamer somewhere in the world awoke in a cold sweat.
The creature dropped to all fours, cracking the elegant marble beneath him sending cracks in either direction and up the walls. Another chandelier fell from the ceiling and crashed to the ground. It took three bounds for the creature to reach the Guardian but he was prepared. These things always strike first. He thought and swung his staff backwards and lunged forward a large chain that encircled the were's neck. Eluzyn brought it to the ground with a single tug and appeared on the opposite side of his enemy. The chain turned to mist and Eluzyn was ready to strike again with his weapon - now a javelin - but the creature was too fast. It spun around on the tile and took him down at the ankles with one fell swoop of its giant claws and pinned him to the ground. It tore at Eluzyn's chest, holding him down by the shoulders taking holes out of his flesh with its large spires of teeth.
"Muladhara, Swadisthana, Manipura, Anahat'ta," Chanted the Guardian as orbs of red, orange, yellow, and green formed around the spikes in his chrome hair, his mouth glowed the same colors until his eyes turned into bright shining stars. An unbearably loud ring resonated from the Guardian causing the were to cower in pain. Stiff as a board, Eluzyn floated to his feet, his spiral wings spun and transformed into large angelic ones. He took on the form of a giant angle dressed in white and now held a flaming javelin in his hand. In one swing, he sliced at the werewolf, cutting its image in two, breaking the nightmare.
But just as the chandeliers floated up and reassembled themselves in their crystal glamour and the dancers came out of hiding, another crack of thunder brought everything back to darkness. Through the windows, doors, and even flooding in from the indoor balconies were more werewolves, enclosed in on the beloved Guardian. He swallowed deeply and floated there in the air as scores of the creatures flooded from nowhere. Eluzyn was outmatched; this was no ordinary Darkness, but he couldn't leave the dream abandoned for the Dreamers to be tortured. He sent out a wave of energy around The Ballroom, begging for help as he was stuck in a nightmare, just before he was dragged into the pool of fur and blood-stained mutts which began to try to tear him to shreds. . .
(ooc: you don't have to make your responses this long, I got kinda carried away. :P)