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God Of Dreams (Multiverse)

Chapter 1: Greece: Intro

Before dusk could devour the last of days light, in the untamed mountains of Greece, the earth basked under the radiance of a dying sun.

Illuminated below, there was a palette of myriad vibrant colors that painted out a picturesque landscape, it undeniably a sight to behold.

Lush, vivid, and green, various vegetation flourished among the craggy bronze earth of the valley floor and flowing through, there was a winding stream of sparkling sapphire water. Rising up and out of the terrain, imposing mountains of grey-steel stone pierced at the sky, rending apart clouds, and eking out from the shaded crevasses formed by cracked granite, yellow straw grass struggled to survive as it languished in clusters on the unforgiving mountains.

With the sun lighting up the pearls of sweat that smeared his brow, Drake sat on a cliff's edge, his legs swaying in the air far above the valley floor.

In his hands, he held a flask of lukewarm coffee and half a squashed sandwich.

He was guzzling down the last of his supplies as he watched the sun eclipse into the peaked horizon.

"I've sure cocked this one up, haven't I," Drake said to himself, despondent, as he slurped up the last of his coffee.

He had traveled to Greece from the U.K. to go on a seventy-five-kilometer trail through the mountains, his parents had just passed away, and he had wanted to distance himself from home for a while, avoiding painful memories it would bring, so he decided to travel. Greece, America, New Zealand, India, Japan, France... Everywhere, those were his destinations, and Greece was only the first stop on his grand journey, but he had somehow already managed to get himself lost.

Gobbling up the last bite of his sandwich Drake got up to his feet and dusted the crumbs off his legs. He then grabbed his backpack, that he had perched on a rock behind him and stored away his now empty thermos flask.

Rummaging through, he pulled out a GPS co-ordinator from within one of the bags side pockets, and not for the first time that day, he attempted to turn it on.

The screen fizzed a rainbow of static for a few moments, before dying.

Anger and frustration bubbled up inside Drake, why couldn't everything just work out for once, every time... every single time, something had to go awry.

Rage overtaking him, his hands clenched into fists, crushing the device's screen, shattering it. "Arghhh, you piece of shit!" Drake roared, before flinging the faulty item off the cliff's edge.

He watched as the GPS soared through the air momentarily before vanishing, reality rippled around the disappeared device, similar to the ripples created by a pebble skipped upon a calm lake. This tidal wave of distorted space rushed towards Drake, it enveloped him, and so, he too vanished into the void.