Their Reasons - Chapter 8 The Dreamer
Ever since I was born, I preferred dreams over reality. I would sleep any chance I got. Eventually, my power, it was sleep!
I could sleep forever, dream forever, and never have to wake. I could be anyone I wanted, the villain, out to kill everything, or the dying sage, giving his last bit of wisdom to a random passerby.
for visiting.
One day, I realized that there were no other games I could think of. I was just repeating the same thing over and over.
I started asking people to tell me a story. If the story was interesting, I’d let them go. If not or if I’d heard it before, then I’d have a new companion to bully until they disappear.
I never did figure out why they dissapeared.
Oh, well.
Now I gather their images, the ones who tell good stories are in a golden frame, and their stories are written under them, so I can always read them again.
The ones with bad stories are in a black frame.
Now, all I do is stay here.
Waiting for our day.
