Last night I found myself in the sprawling lands of dream standing before the Twilight Mother. She asked me what it was that I seek, an odd question I had not yet stopped to ponder, I was here to learn more about whatever evils had consumed my father, to right the wrongs that had happened due to my ineptitude, but most importantly I had heard words my father had spoken to me when I was but a cub, of gaining strength not to wield great and terrible power but to protect those who couldn’t do so for themselves. I told her this and she showed me a vision that twisted into a swirling mass of flame before seeing my mother hanging limply on the end of my fathers spear, the fire swirled again and I stood over my father my hands covered in burns and blood, as tears streamed down my face I looked up and my vision cleared and I was once again standing in front of the Twilight Mother.
She asked if I was still afraid. I could only manage to nod as she spoke words that fell against my soul like a crushing hammer, the words of my father, of how I must be strong and be ready to do terrible things to protect those I love. She showed me how I can manifest things in these lands and taught me a way to bring companions here. She told me here I’d have to fight Mr. Peepers and save the little girl he’s attached himself to. Before I left she gave me a gift, a spear that looks like it was made in my homeland but the blade was dark as midnight and the plume beneath the blade looked like it was made of the cosmos. When I awoke I was still clutching the spear from my dreams. Apparently I can take some things from that world to this one.
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