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My Dreamwalker System

Xander Nyxon was born with a gift: the ability to lift the veil of sleep and travel to the world beyond. He is one of the few rare individuals who can enter dreams and nightmares at will. While most Dreamwalkers ply their trade on the Dreamscape, Xander Nyxon is one of the reckless few who travels to the Nightscape seeking answers from the deceased. However, walking through nightmares is a perilous task even for the most experienced Dreamwalker. A thin veil separates the real world from the realm beyond, holding the terrors of the Nightscape at bay. But things quickly go wrong when a group of cultists cause the wall between the worlds to crumble. What happens when dreams and nightmares merge with the real world and twisted Ethereals start clawing their way out of the Nightscape? *** Xander was lifted off his feet and pushed back several paces. He desperately tried to get back on the ground, but his legs kept dangling mid-air. “I knew you’d be coming,” the mysterious figure whispered, pulling his hood back to reveal a hideous face riddled with scars. He was blind in the left eye and all his teeth were grimy black. “What the hell are you freaks up to?” Xander growled, desperately trying to break free from the cultist’s grasp. “Who are you guys?” The cultist smiled at this and replied, “Our names are inconsequential, Dreamwalker. But I think you already know what we are up to. Our world is plagued by sin. It is time for it to be cleansed by the Dark Deity’s blessing!” What to expect? 1. Dungeons. 2. Magic. 3. Creatures from folklore, myth and fantasy. 4. A level-up system with skill upgrades. 5. Mystery and adventure. [If you like the story, do consider buying privilege/premium chapters to help me out. Thanks!] [On hiatus]

Ashdenroth · Fantasie
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Tale of a parasite

The black-haired boy picked up the fruit knife from the table and pointed its polished blade at Xander.

"Don't come near me. I'm warning you, sir!" the boy threatened, raising the knife higher. 

Just by looking at the way the boy held the knife, Xander realized the boy wasn't actually prepared to attack him, despite his mean gesture. He was only trying to scare Xander away.

It was a delicate situation, one which called for a gentle approach. Threats of violence were only going to antagonize the boy even further, and that would defeat Xander's purpose of reaching out to him.

Instead of approaching the boy, Xander stopped where he stood and put his hands up. "Listen, kid, I'm not here to hurt you. I'm a friend. I just need you to trust me, okay?"

"I don't...have any friends. You're lying," the boy whimpered, his eyes never leaving Xander.