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Humanity.
A truely amasing Species.
Every day, people get up, go to work, to go School, "learn" things, partake in simple social activities....
Living each confined within boxed-out lives and marching, quietly, to their own eventual brushes with destiny.

That is.... in their waking hours.

When they rest themselves each night, unbeknownst to any of the conscious World, they shift into a nether-region that bridges This Universe with all the Parallel Dimensions imaginable - the Dreamscape, as it is so called.
Humanity, though it has no awareness whatsoever of the fact, is the only species of all the intelligent races of The Universe that can police this Astrophysical Plane, their spirits being so much stronger than the rest.
Normal people, who live such mediocre lives in their waking hours, are no less than heroes in this realm, possessing incredible powers (normally based around their personalities).

Lately, an outbreak of deaths has gripped the World - hundreds more than usual die in their sleep, with no plausable explanation as to what is going on for the conscious World to see.

The Dark Lord Aerzis of a nightmare reality has declared War on our Universe, and legions upon legions of formless spirits have poured into the Dreamscape, feeding on our waking fears to become whatever monstrous creatures we can imagine.
Unfortunately, whilst all of humanity enters this realm, comparatively few are gifted with the mighty powers that were once our birthright - usually the more repressed or outcasted of the real World.

Everything is on our Species' shoulders now, as we do battle in their dreams, in the hope that someone amoungst them might someday have the power to go into Aerzis' Dark Kingdom and defeat him on his own ground.

The slight mistyness that came when one awakes a bit too quickly faded. I was left standing- hang on... I'm flying. Ok, so I was left flying somewhere in the upper troposphere of... erm... somewhere. Well, could be worse I suppose.

So I'm standing up in the air gazing down on a floating island. I could see the inhabitants, overly tall and scaled people, walking around in everyday clothes. How surreal. My wings flapped a bit slower and I started to fall slightly, coming in to land on a sun stricken slice of snow. I looked straight ahead, oposite me was a tall, rather handsome looking guy with long white blonde hair. Ooh, my...

Of course, my name is Thea. What is yours?

He seemed to be rather upset... Did I disturb him? My sudden arrival might have unnerved him, for surely people generally don't appear from the sky frequently Maybe they do here, but where is here?

Where am I?

Other realm? Hah, you think I learn anything in school? My teachers teach me nothing!

Hm, who was this person anyway? This all seems a little suspicious, first I have wings and now apparently I should have had a teacher?

Oh, well at least the veiw was nice. My powerful eyes searched over the huge mountain range, but I had to sheild them from the blaze of the sun for it was so bright! My my my, what a sight indeed. A floating island was bobbing gently passed us, several thousand metres in the valley below.

What should I remember?

Fight you say? Well... I put my hands to my neck, feeling the little pendant in a reflex action. It fell off the chain and materialised as a large iron crossbow. Yeah, I think I can fight. I said as I grinned back at him.

Thirteen spirit shapes appeared out of thin year, their black matter sucking in light and heat. The mysterious guy whipped out two long knives and slit three in two at once. However, the matter regrouped into different shapes. I attempted to deal with the others. My crossbow fired quick rounds, shredding the matter to pieces, and I used my mind to crush the excess; burning them into nothing. As the guy realised what I was doing, we fought in a team, him slashing and ripping the beasts, me sending them back from whence they came!

The hole was about 6 feet across - a black vortex of emptiness from which a small army of chittering black monsters, each about the size of a grown man, poured into the sunset.

As they came flying down, Anaris' blades sang and struck, purging one after the other into oblivion.
Their claws struck out at every angle, hungry for the texture of ripping human flesh beneath them.
Dodging and summersaulting with uneering grace, the grey-eyed warrior would give them no such satisfaction.

The girl fought well, sniping them from a relative distance.
Out on the peaks, they fought as humans do.

From far below, a village of tall sentient creatures watched in hope and awe - if the humans fell, there would be nothing to protect them.
But it was impossible - more and more would come....

Thea!!!
He cut down another winged monstrosity to grant him time enough to speak.

We must take the battle to the air!!!

With that, he jumped up, using the winged gargoil-like bodies of his agressors as steps, but bounding great distances between them.

Mnemosyne flipped over, sending two bolts of lightning towards the creatures. He brought out a dozen needles and threw them towards the creatures, each one incinerating it's target. A few parted from the main group and came to deal with him. He emmited a psychic attack, and they forgot why they were there. With another few movements they were caught in a maelstrom of lightning.

Clouds are funny things in The Dreamscape - you can reach out and touch them, their texture almost like cotton wool - some bits you can pass right through with just a tickling sensation.... others can hold your full weight...

Anaris, leaping and bouncing off his opponents, descided to take a ride through the white whisp just above him - a neat little tunnel of softer grey cloud wove through the whiteness, which he shot through with practiced speed, leaving his opponents and their spiky wings tangled somewhere behind him.

There it is.

Up ahead, a vortex of grey-on-black, the fabric of space swept in turbulence.
The faint whispers of screams and a thousand insane sounds of torture and madness ebbed from the thing as it spat out more and more of the winged monstrosities.

Thea was covering his tail end, but closing something even of this size was too much for him alone....

More will come, he thought, not noticing the presence of another ally on the scene...