the Fierce & the LintKing's Amber Bits

I was in Chaos, and something had happened to the Pattern. I was concerned as the walls between Shadows began thinning, so much that the mere will of someone with Reality running through their veins could transform things. I experimented for a while with sea creatures, as I had been walking through their En Ab-leht, the Rebman equivalent of the Thelbane. I crossed dolphins with lobsters and grew fabulous blue-grey iridescent shells for them. I made a shark fuzzy. I gave a shrimp amazing intelligence, and spoke to him about genetic manipulation for half an hour.

From there I walked into a concert hall, where voices raised in song created light and buildings. I listened and watched as castles were built and aged before our eyes. After a while, I began walking down the street, humming one of the tunes absent-mindedly.

I was jostled by someone running. "Beware of the Dark." I frowned. A human interrupting my reverie. No, several. They were refugees. "The Dark has taken over our Shadow," he explained. He drew me close, and I focused on where he was anchored, his origin. I slid through into an urban nightmare, where children were being told stories in order to reinforce the beliefs that held the Shadow together. Broken, abandoned buildings, and dark streets, and only a few to hold them.

I was surrounded by Dancers, then, and they drew me up to the top of a white building, standing like a beacon amongst the ruins. I gave gifts, conjuring from the shadows two weapons that I then demonstrated as having effects against the Darkness. Two were chosen to hold them, and we looked for the entry of the Dark.

I was taken by thought into the Dark's world, where the Great Queen Mother lived again, hatched from an egg thought destroyed. She was weakened by birth, and the Emperor Who Ruled the Dark knew she had been awoken. She had to move quickly, consolidate what remained of her own empire, and take back the Darkness.

...when she found the rift.

The rift intrigued her, and she looked beyond to a world of tasty things.

She took to the trees, her gigantic spider body weaving a trail from haunted oak to haunted oak. She would be more powerful than the Emperor, for she would have the forces of another world on her side.

Frankly, after spending a bit of time in her head, I still liked her over the Emperor, for she didn't plan on any further expansion.

Then the Storm came... and all the magics and sacrifices could not stop it in the Emperor's Keep. They drummed and danced against the rain, but it fell like fire. Reality came back into focus. Walls were built between Shadows again.

I moved on to other dreams.