Our cursed dreams, the pleads for help. The prophecy, the great evil. We saw it all but, not everyone saw what we did. We, are called the Chosen Dreamers. Ever since we were old enough to talk, we were cursed with dreams of a dark masked man. He appeared every night in our dreams, we all thought we were the only ones. We thought we were alone, until we found others who had the same dream. Then, the dreams developed. Now, we dremt of seven children, those children were us. The prophecy moved on, showing that we were the ones to face the masked man with great power. After years of seeing this, the power hidden deep inside of us awakened, the masked man, a tyrant rose and together we fought him, confident we would win, not, we were not the Chosen Dreamers. The Chosen are yet to come. We didn't lose our lives, but, what we did lose is our powers. What we were meant to do all along, was wait for the Chosen Dreamers, when the time came, we would have to teach them, help them work together, and make them strong.