The King of Dream Land. Sat with the decaying ruins of his old castle all around him. On his stone throne that was breaking apart. A great threat had entered his world. He couldn't contain it on his own.
Never had he seen such strength. He'd tried and failed to stop the ones ravaging his lands. He feared that these people were capable of anything. What strength he thought as he sat there. Where did those five come from? He was fairly well informed. On what went on in his own world. Not once had he ever. He stopped in mid thought as he pondered the concept of the power he'd seen. Why did it look vaguely familiar? The King of Dream placed his hand on his chin. As he attempted to find some reasoning to his thinking. The answer was staring him right in the face. Yet, he could not accept it. It was too far fetched to be real. This was coming from him as well. A king that had watched over the realm of dreams. With nearly infinite possibilities that could happen. But not this, it was too painful. But if it was true. It might just be more than just Dream World. That had to fear this threat.
The thought crossed his mind. As he attempted to clear his previous one from his mind. His own son had abandoned him in his hour of need. Elixer was far too proud for his own good. He'd always thought of himself. As superior to everyone in combat. Granted, he did seem to have a natural aptitude. That he had inherited from his father. Elixer had shone more of an interest in battle. Than learning the traits he needed to know. To one day take over the crown. Because of this reason. The King of Dreams, ruled his world alone. His son was never given the power to govern over the world. He feared that there would be a power struggle. If he ever decided to give such power to his son Prince Elixer.
There was currently no time to rack his brain with such things. Those fives shadows. Could be apon him in a matter of minutes. But why, why hadn't they showed up? Certainly, if the group possessed as much power as he thought. It would be a meager task to track him. Perhaps they were just toying with him. Perhaps the group thought he posed no real thought. It was even a possibility. That this group wanted him to create more obstacles for them. He shook his head violent. As if to slap himself back to his good mental senses. He could no allow himself to think like that. Without having some hope that there could be victory. In this case, it was but a dream. One in which he could not alter or change in anyway.
So, the king worked diligently. Using a combination of creation from his Dream Magic. Followed by Energy Magic to full the gems. With Chaos magic. Which was highly unpredictable. He dropped to his knees. In front of the glass before him. Raising his hands into the air. He started to give the stones life. In an almost robotic way. He stood there on his knees. With a somewhat manic look in his eye. Though his gaze was quite still.
The end result was four crystals. Which he would somehow have to use. To turn the tides in his favor. But what sort of creature could take on such power. The idea was staring him in the face. It was like the tooth-fairy. Asking a question about teeth. Mortals had an infinite potential. Though there were barriers that still allowed the natural balance to remain in tact.
The King of Dreams knew what he much do at that moment. The gems must be embedded into the dreams of four people. But there was no time to choose the best candidates. There was no way of even knowing what this experiment would yield. None the less, there had to be a certain level of risk in such a situation. To not think so would be insanity.
He would chose at random from the Mortal World. Four people to undergo such a transformation. The purpose of the gems became clear to him suddenly. The purpose was so he could create four strong warriors. That might stand a fighting chance of pushing back the intruders from his lands. It was the night of a full moon when The King of Dreams finally finished with the gems. When the four chosen dreamers layed down to rest that night.
The four of them found themselves transformed. In a stranger land. Which not one of them had seen before in there wildest dreams. It was all so massive. Little did they know. That they had been transported into another world entirely. When each of them arrived. They took the form of there favorite type of hero. The thing that they could best identify with. Was what each one of them became.
Two males and two females. Were chosen for this group. Two that were at the most difficult age all humans have to go through. The age of seventeen. Is a time when a humans mind is confused. Yet there energies are at a spike. One teenage male and one teenage female. Were each chosen at random. Each received one of the gems. An older male needed to be in the party. So, a man in his thirties was chosen for this role. The last one that was chosen for this party. Was a young adult female. It was chosen this way. So the eldest could be identified easily by the others as the one in charge. The King of Dreams knew he would be too weak to aid them in there struggles. What he didn't know, was each transformation had side effects. Consequences that he could not have foreseen. The group slowly started to forget who they had been before hand. As the transformation started to take hold becoming more complete.
The young male of the group. Became a werewolf, adept at melee combat. His aggressive nature was magnified by the transformation. The wolf snarled, snapping his newly grown jaws at his comrades. He bared his claws. Pointing them out toward his comrades. The creature howled madly before bolting off into the forest.
The Eldest male became a Shadow Knight. He claimed that he was superior to the others. He started to distance himself from the rest of the group. Thoughts of such grandeur crept up on him. Filling his head with hopes that he could one day become king. To rule this land in a way it had never been ruled before.
The young adult female of the group. Took the form of an Elven Archer. Making her quite attractive to the eye. Though, this did not come without a price. Prior to this transformation. She'd been an almost religious Environmentalist. The seed of hatred toward man-kind. Was already there inside of her. Only it was amplified by her new form.
The teenage female of the group. Took on the form of a mage. That wore an all blue cloth outfit. With a blue witches hat to match. As well as brown boots. She had been quite charming prior to this. Having many pursuers even at such a young age. Most males were enchanted by her beauty. So that was the role she took on. The role of an Enchantress. The adept Mage could beacon the animals around her. To listen to her every word.
The two of them traveled together for a short while. Soon the Archer grew jealous of the Mages ability. Thinking one that loved nature as much as she. Should have the power to control it. This jealousy turned into anger and then hate. It fueled a battle between the two of them. It was the Archer that was victorious in the end. Leaving the Mage wounded in the forest alone. The Archer, caught up with the Shadow Knight. Pledging her loyalty to the cause of building an empire.
A number of years passed since then. The Werewolf had become an experienced predator. Hunting off the meat of the land. The small creatures such as rabbits had become only food to the one that had once been human. Deer were hunted down more for exercise and entertainment then anything. Though, different types of food. Even as a Werewolf did had distinquishable tastes to the beasts pallet.
The Mage grew very bitter being left alone in the forest. Knowing that there was nothing she could do about the archer. She instead took out her vengeance on those that would wander into the forest alone. The mage would appear out of the shadows. To toy with the minds of those that would loose there way in those lands.
The Shadow Knight and The Archer. Became the King and Queen of a great outpost. Which did a fair job at fending off the creatures that would come out of the sands to the west. The Shadow Knight felt he had succeeded in conquering the lands. He sat on the old thrown of The King of Dreams. He'd even succeeded in rebuilding the castle that had once stood in that spot. All thanks to the many slaves. That he had gathered from all around the land. He'd completely forgotten who he was prior to this. The reason for his power had been stripped away as well. Replaced by his own personal desire.
The larger threat that had been plaguing those lands prior to him. Knew full well there was an army building in there lands. They also knew those four posed no threat to them. There were five of them and only four of humans. Who had been transformed through Dream Gems. The only threat was if the four of them were to unify. Which seemed very unlikely from the looks of things.
The five of them could travel Dream World. Doing as they pleased. So long as they did not upset any of the four. There would be no further opposition. Though, the disappearance of the King of Dreams. As well as his son Prince Elixer concerned them. The boy could not take on a single one of them in one on one combat. Though, the king was quite another story.
One night, a number of Dreamers from the Mortal World. Were summoned by the king. He sent out a message to a number of humans. Hoping at least one of them would here him and head his call. He would have to learn from his past mistakes. To create more stable gems. That didn't change those exposed to them. Ideally, such a gem. Would provide one with power. Without altering there personality. It would also be horrible. If such a jewel infringed on free will. One that was being controlled. Could not possibly be as strong as a willful human being. Someone controlled by sorcery. Was no different than a clone. Or a false copy of a person. Only able to reach a percentage of there potential.
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