MTLNOVEL Chapter 3: Chapter 2
[There was a rustle, and a gentle breeze caressed Sunny's face. He awoke slowly, allowing himself to enjoy the sweet moments of comfort and peace that dwelled on the edge between dream and wakefulness. His bed was soft, warm, and cozy… today, it was especially hard to abandon its familiar embrace.
After a while, he sighed and opened his eyes.]
Effie's audible gasp made eyes turn to her, which resulted in a slight blush creeping on her neck, "Do you know this man, Saint Athena?" It was the Summer Knight who inquired about Effie's reaction to the unknown man on screen. Effie nodded, "That's Master Sunless he runs a café and memory boutique in Bastion, often time he uses my farm for supplies." Her answer was met with another question, this time from Lonesome Howl, "He's an Ascended? We've been gathered here to watch a mere Master? This is pointless, then." Her tone was full of annoyance at the prospect of being forced to watch to a mere Master. "Calm yourself Howl, there may be more than meets the eye to this Master Sunless who knows, maybe he'll be useful in some way." Beastmaster soothed her sister's anger while Lonesome Howl was still unimpressed at the reason they had been gathered, her sister had a decent point.
[The sun was yet to rise, but the sky outside his window had already started to brighten. The wind blowing from the lake made the curtains flutter, filling the modest bedroom with the delightful smell of freshness. Even after all these years, Sunny was still sometimes startled at how clean and pure the air of the Dream Realm was.
He took a few deep breaths, rubbed his face, and rose from the bed.
His room was not very large and not very luxurious. However, it was very cozy. There was a bed, a nightstand, a case with various books crowding the shelves, a writing desk, and a simple dresser. The furniture was made out of natural wood, crafted with affection and care. There were a few decorations added here and there, as well as plenty of signs of the room being well lived-in.
Well, of course it was. He had been spending his nights here for a long time, after all..
Putting on simple clothes and summoning the Nebulous Mantle, Sunny yawned, tied his hair back, and left the bedroom. He splashed some water in his face, then went to the kitchen and brewed himself a large cup of strong, fragrant coffee.
Finally, holding the steaming mug, he left the house and sat down on the porch, intending to enjoy his coffee while watching the sun rise.
It was rather hard to get his hands on coffee beans in the Dream Realm, but today, Sunny wanted to pamper himself. It was his birthday, after all.
He was turning twenty-six.
…Of course, no one in the world knew that.]
The mood of the assembled members turned oddly bleak, while many of them considered birthday's trivial thus didn't think much of them they still had others to celebrate it should they choose, so to hear that Master Sunless didn't have anyone was disheartening. "Isn't that just loneliness, though? I mean, having no one can't be a fun existence, can it?" Kai frowned he knew some may consider his belief naive but to Kai loneliness was something that no one deserved the feeling of being surrounded but also in a far away plane was something he remembered. "Who knows maybe he likes being alone y'know some find solace in solitude I know from experience even more so if they're from the outskirts where solitude is a way of life." Jet's counter made sense there are people who enjoy being alone, maybe this Master Sunless was one of them.
A few rows done Noctis looked over at Anake his eternal smile not wavering in the slightest, "It seems he's also one of Weaver's just like you Priestess." His tone held no malice, it was simply him stating the obvious. Anake nodded, apparently there were still those who worshipped the Nightmare Spell, and it's creator to know that people still revered her lord was nice to hear. "That he is, how he got one of our mantles I'm not sure, but I am not one to complain about the fact there are still those who practice the way of the Spell and please Anake is fine." Noctis let out a hum of acknowledgment before going back to facing the screen.
[Taking the first sip of his coffee, Sunny smiled slightly and looked up. A few of the brightest stars could still be seen, shining in the pale lavender expanse of the morning sky. Just at that moment, the gentle sun finally crested the dark line of the distant horizon, imbuing the sky with a beautiful golden radiance. The soft twilight of dawn was imbued with a hint of bright daylight. He watched the sun rise while enjoying his coffee. Despite the beautiful sight, Sunny felt a bit of melancholy. He looked down with a wistful smile. ...I am older than mom was when she passed now. It was a strange feeling. When Sunny was a child, his mother was the definition of an adult to him, and adults were magical creatures who possessed wondrous and incredible powers. But now, he was an adult himself, which was why he was able to realize… that his mother had been a kid herself. She was gone, but both her children were alive and doing well. There was precious solace and consolation in that fact, so Sunny did not feel too sad.]
The already semi bleak mood turned sombre, "Definitely an outskirts kid then, who else would die that young besides awakened." There were few times Jet hated being right, this was one of those times she knew all too well the feeling of losing those close to you some consider it a blessing to be able to feel that way, in the outskirts others would rather have no one than lose someone. "The loss of a parent is not one to be taken lightly, to have such an attitude even when faced with such tragedy is commendable." Windflower was impressed, while she didn't remember much of her mother she knew that her loss and been hard on her father and on her, so to see someone with an accepting view point was refreshing. Those in the room agreed, especially Nephis and Morgan, the former whose own mother had become a Hollow the latter died giving birth to her 2 differing deaths, though the emotion was there. "Morgan, I remember vividly your mother she and Anvil were alike in many ways, which is why you cannot let that creature continue to sully her name you may have failed in Antarctica, but you will not fail again for your mother for me for Valor you must rid the world of that thing."
Whispering Blade didn't hide his animosity for Mordret reminding Morgan of her duty to slay the thing called her brother, the irony was funny a dead man brought back was talking to her about duty. With a stone faced expression, Morgan nodded, "I understand all too well what I'm meant to do." Her response was met with a nod from her uncle along with Summer Knight and Ser Jest, both of them agreeing with the supposed to be dead Whispering Blade. Sky Tide and Saint Roan shared a glance neither of the 2 knew much about Anvil's firstborn, what they did know was that fighting him was a death sentence both before and now that he was a Saint like them.
[Well, alive was a given, but he wasn't too sure about doing well. During these last four years, he had gone through a long rough patch… and had even done a few very stupid things. Still, it was looking better now. This peaceful morning he was able to enjoy was proof. Sipping on coffee, Sunny watched as sunlight finally reached the lake and reflected on its clear surface. The lake was vast and picturesque, so calm that its surface was like a mirror. A grandiose, magnificent white castle rose from the lake, with vermilion flags fluttering on its many towers. It almost seemed too beautiful to be real, like something from a fairy tale. But, of course, it was truly there. The beautiful castle of white stone was Bastion, the Great Citadel of Clan Valor, where the King of Swords held his court. It was also the heart of a populous city that had grown around the lake in the last four years.]
The room was silent, some in awe of the magnificent sight, mainly some of the fire keepers gathered who mainly operated on the Ivory Island instead of Bastion others such as the Song Sisters were indifferent toward the sight only viewing it as something to be conquered and if unable to destroyed. The only one who felt true hatred was Mordret his mirror like eyes narrowed at the sight of his former home, calming himself he knew one day soon enough that Bastion would crumble and break under his hand just like the King of Swords.
[After the Sovereigns had revealed themselves, most of the remaining civilian population of the Southern Quadrant — around two hundred million people — was evacuated directly to the Dream Realm, divided between Bastion and Ravenheart, and gradually funneled into lesser Citadels. Later, the Dream Gates were opened in the other Quadrants, and even more mundane people received a chance to relocate into the Dream Realm. Even if few understood the true meaning of these events, the gradual exodus of humanity from the waking world had already begun. For now, most of those who left were from the fringes of society — people who did not possess citizenship, and therefore did not receive their share of the scarce resources needed to live a proper life on the dying Earth. But Sunny knew more than most. He had no doubt that, sooner or later, everyone would leave… if they were given enough time.
As the years passed, the situation in the waking world would gradually turn worse and worse. There would be more Nightmare Gates, more powerful Nightmare Creatures, and less space for humans to exist. Until the entire world was swallowed by the Dream Realm. Granted… humanity was growing stronger, too. The Chain of Nightmares had been like a turning point in history. Before, the number of Awakened in the world was relatively limited… there were a hundred thousand Awakened or so, a few hundred Masters, and a few dozen Saints. After Antarctica, these numbers changed. By now, there must have been no less than a million Awakened out there, with several thousands of Masters and more than a hundred Saints guiding them all to fight against the Nightmare Creatures. The balance of power that had been maintained for decades was finally broken, and humanity set out on the path of no return.
There were hundreds of millions of mundane humans residing in the Dream Realm, too. Many lived in the sprawling cities surrounding the three Great Citadels, but most had settled across the lesser Citadels scattered around the human-controlled regions of this dangerous world. Dozens of towns had popped up here and there, all developing swiftly. Of course, life in the Dream Realm was not easy, and people had to go through a period of adjustment before becoming accustomed to this new, harsh reality. But since most of them were either refugees or from the outskirts of the overcrowded siege capitals, they were no strangers to discomfort. Instead, the lives of many had only improved after leaving the waking world behind.
They could not return, anyway. Or rather, they could not return without risking their lives. The moment a mundane human entered the Dream Realm, a Seed of Nightmare was planted into their soul. However, that seed would not bloom, summoning them into the First Nightmare, unless one of two conditions had been met. One of the conditions was stepping back into the waking world. The other was leaving the territory of the Domain to which they had pledged their loyalty. As long as the Sovereigns willed it, their mundane subjects were protected from the ravages of the Nightmare Spell. This was another reason why the number of Awakened had increased so much in the last four years. Those who wished to challenge the First Nightmare could simply request it from the great clans instead of waiting to be infected by the Spell. Many of them even survived.
Sunny took another sip of coffee and turned his head, looking at the lively city that had grown around the beautiful, calm lake. Of course, it could not be compared to a vast human hive like NQSC. However, there was still a startling amount of people here, at least a dozen million of them or so. Another million or two lived in the castle itself. Building a city like that in a short amount of time was a great undertaking, but with thousands of Awakened participating in the construction, all possessing inhuman strength and powerful Aspects, it happened surprisingly quickly. Now, the city looked neat and tidy, with two- or three-storied houses lined along lovely streets.
The houses were built from white stone, their roofs covered by colorful red tiles. There was plenty of trees and greenery, as well, with parks, gardens, and water features placed harmoniously here and there. Modern technology might have been hard to use in the Dream Realm, but nothing prevented the city planners and architects from using the vast accumulated knowledge of humanity and all the processing power of the waking world to do all the preparatory work in advance. In short, Bastion looked very pretty and picturesque. It was also usually quite lively.
This early in the morning, however, most people were still asleep, which was why Sunny was able to enjoy his coffee surrounded by peaceful silence. …Oh, he owned a house in Bastion as well. More than that, it was a house many would be jealous of. Although not as prestigious as being able to live in the castle itself, his property was on the very shore of the lake, with its back windows opening straight to the water. It was an elegant one-story cottage, which was seemingly built from brown bricks, with a sloping tiled roof and a tall chimney. There was a small garden in the back and a neat lawn in front of it, with herbs and flowers growing in ceramic pots. Since it was situated at the end of the street, few people ever passed by. If they did pass by, however, they would have seen a modest sign hanging above the door of the cottage. It read: "Sunny's Brilliant Emporium: Café & Memory Boutique"]
While what happened in the waking world was common knowledge to see and hear about it so eloquently and almost nostaglcily was a different change of pace althought not a unwanted one.