Kapitel 18: Dark land

" This world had three realms. " Logen said. " Realm of dreams, this place, The Death and Land of hope. "

Raven lay felt on the grass. " What about the Empire? "

" The Empire and other nations were just the fighting board for us. They are created in peacetime. When the Empire got destroyed, the war will take place. " Logen said. His face was emotionless as if he was narrating the history.

" Since you destroyed the Empire, the war between the three realms will happen sooner or later. " Logen pointed to Raven.

Raven just snorted. He didn't do that on purpose. He only did it because he had to. His mind demanded destruction for this. And he gave it beautifully.

" Why the war? Did the three realms hate each other? I don't see any human here. " Raven looked around. He didn't care about the war but he had high hope for it. It is boring here.

" There is no hate in this war. No feeling or reason. It just happens. " Logen picked up a grass. " See that. Why don't you ask me why I picked up the grass? You don't. Because it was useless. The same goes for the war, we don't have answers or reasons because we don't have it. "

Logen crushed the grass and opened his palm revealing a blue butterfly.

" What you need to know is your enemies are powerful. "

Raven tilted his head. " My enemies? I thought it was just a war. "

" It is a war for normal folk but for us, this is a game. A game for Fate. You are the successor of my place, the empty one. " Logen said.

Raven scratched his head. " Ahh. I don't understand that part. "

Logen sighed. " Three realms have their protectors, this realm has you and me. The Death has Reaper. And the Land of Hope has chosen one. That is all you need to know. Don't be too worried about them just focus on building your strength. "

Logen conjured a tiny ball of energy and pointed at the blue butterfly he made earlier. He shot the energy and the blue butterfly became an ash. Logen smiled at his accuracy. " Go back to nature. " He smirked.

Raven glanced at the scene. ' Brutal. ' He thought inwardly. " I want to try that as well. "

Logen looked at Raven and shook his head. " You can't do it yet. Your control over energy is pathetic. You don't even know how to control the slave. "

Raven sighed. " I know. I know. " He lay back again.

" No, you don't. But we will skip the control today. " Rogen stood up and stretched his body from top to bottom. All the way to his picky toe.

" Why? I thought control was important to my strengths. "

" Yes and no. Our strength came from not the energy. Remember they are the slave. I just want you to know what the slave feels when you control it. "

" What are we? " Raven asked softly.

" Nothing. Extra. We aren't meant to be here. We aren't born to be here. We had to straight-line Fate curved. We made our own. That is why we have the most powerful ability. The ability to control Fate. " Logen said. The horror in his eye can be sensed from across the land.

Raven nodded.

" Come, we will go to the Dark Land. " Logen walked toward the unknown direction.

Raven followed. His mind was filled with all the information he just absorbed. Especially the war. He didn't like how Logen include him as a group. But for now, he needed his knowledge and power.

Unknown and known time had passed.

They both stared into the hole. Raven felt the terror inside and some unknown feeling.

The mysterious and other.

" Nightmare. " Raven murmured.

" Good job. The one we are standing right now is just a dream. " He looked down and smiled. " Now, this is good stuff. "

" Our mission? "

" Tame the nightmare. They are our soldiers. " Logen whispered.

Raven nodded and jumped forward into the pitch-black hole.

He expected himself to fall to the ground something but he was floating. He can feel the cold coming to embrace him like a mother. He missed that warmth. He hugged the cold, it was an empty hug.

He looked around and stumbled upon something.

They were not composed of flesh and blood. They had shape but that shape was not made of matter. They could not die. Although they no longer lived, they would never really die. Good and evil with laws and morals thrown aside and they were shouting and killing and revelling in joy.

They were constructed by an artist after a series of pain. A pulpy, tentacled head surmounted grotesque and scaled bodies with numerous worms coming out from their backs. Forming like wings.

Outside that darkness was the brightest of confusion. They were a new type of different from the dark.

They consisted of a red hairy shell supported on many pairs of human-faced legs. From that half-opened shell rose several jointed cylinders shape eyes. Each cried in blood. Which dripped onto the hair, in the darkness inside the shell, Raven thought he saw a horrible, mouthless face with a deep suck does and covered with glistening golden hair.

Later Raven saw some movement from the side. It was a pale of great shape, expanding and crinkling which glistened as moving particles dropped free but it was only a glimpse so he can't see no more.

Then they changed into something. No, they were gone. When they were gone, rest vanished, darkness, space and time didn't exist all were gone, but something rented in their place, that something was the scream of a nightmare.

Then another version came. A tall, lean man of dead black colouration but without the slightest sign of life: devoid of hair or bread and wearing only a shapeless robe of some heavy black fabric. He must have been shod, because every time he moved or changed a clinking sound followed. The man didn't speak and bore no trace of facial features.

Raven stared at all the nightmares. He can feel their rage. To him, the ruler of them. They were more powerful than him at the moment.

What was his test? Tame them? No, he had to guide.

They were creatures that were meant to lock up here. They will bring their rage with the name of his. And their sin will be him. He will pay for them. Cause they are him.

Raven closed his eyes.

He felt a connection with them so strong that they could be him. Raven was drifting to their perfume of ***.