I walk the road between two worlds, reality that is our reality, and the reality of another. A little girl plagued by nightmares that
just won't come to an end. I should know I brought those nightmares to her. She is a remarkable child, anything she sees comes fourth, and so anything I bring to her becomes a reality as well. It is rather fun watching what her mind becomes after the thoughts are planted in her. In our reality I am a ghost, a fiction you see in the corner of your mind. Yes, I am there I am everywhere and everything. The smallist kitten, to the mightiest whale, but for now I take the form of a man for it is easiest to play my part dressed as the rest of you are.
The city was busting after what had occuered and as they brought forword the wounded I smiled. They had done their part and now so must I. I hummed a sweet lulluby to wisk those wounded souls to sleep. They would become his new followers, he would shape their memoires to his own likeing, making them believe The Light was responsible for the blast. It was a rather brillent idea, at least he thought so.
"Hush, child, the darkness will rise from the deep,
And carry you down into sleep
Child, the darkness will rise from the deep,
And carry you down into sleep.
I'll shape your beleif
you'll always follow the voices beneath.
Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty, loyalty
Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty only to me." (Heather Dale, Mordred's lullaby)