Sneak Peak Of Dream and Chaos
So I have been obsessed with the Netflix The Sandman and read the Sandman fanfics on Tumblr. But a special thanks to @honeybeezgobzzzzz for their ongoing fanfic of the sandman and I have been writing my own.
but I don't know how to continue it, so I want to give you a sneak peek of it and hopefully have some help on how to get it done and posted
Here you go:
Dream sat in his cage, his body pulled close to him, the guards were gone, leaving him completely alone, but he heard the faint footsteps approaching the gate.
He raised his head watching as the figure stepped in front of the gate on the other side, pushed the doors open, and walks into the cellar.
Dream sat in attentiveness as she slowly approaches the cage she was stunning in the light as her red hair confirmed what the Dream Lord already knew. “Hello,” she whispers.
Her voice was the same as her ancestors, gentle and kind. But I knew there was a fierce beast behind her doe eyes.
She steps closer until she stood in front of the circle as she looks the Lord in the eyes, “Dream lord?” she asks. Dream just looks at her, and for some reason, Irene became nervous, speaking to the Endless “It’s nice to meet you, I’m Irene. Irene Addison.” she spoke.
He said nothing as he just nods his head at her, Irene just exhales “Sorry, take no offense my lord, but I didn’t think you existed. I thought you were just a story for children.” she admits.
He tilts his head at her, curious. “I guess, I was afraid to believe you existed because if you did, but everything my grandmother told me… all the tales of my supposed inheritance was true. Which would make sense of why my hair is this color,” she said, lifting a lock of her red hair.
Dream just nods at her, a smile gracing his face. This makes her exhale. “Forgive me for being direct and forward, my Lord and if I cause offense, could you give me a sign,” she asks.
He nods at her once again, “Can you fulfill Roderick’s wish, return his son to him, or is it impossible?” she asks. This surprised him, she was not demanding or requesting. Merely asking a question.
He shook his head. She exhaled, “Thought so. Returning from the dead seems… like breaking a rule, isn’t it?” she said, he nodded at her. Making her nod.
Then she began to pace. “But his second wish for riches, youth, and Immortality. You can’t grant them, can you?” she asks again. Dream looks her dead in the eyes and nods once more.
She scoffs a faint smile on his face, “That’s good, 'cause if you could, I would have some serious issues with that.” she jokes and chuckles softly. Dream just smiles at her. “Sorry, poor attempt at a joke. But it made you smile.” she points out and he flicks his eyes down.
Irene looks down at the circle, feeling that dark humming of the magic that bound Dream to the waking world, now feeling the need to be reckless she took a step forward and reaches out to the circle.
Dream sat straight, watching as she reached for the glass, but something snapped at her, taking a bite from her finger. She gasps and retches her hand. He sat straight as she exhaled, holding her hand close as her finger was cut and bleeding.
Irene flicks her eyes back to Dream as he looks just as surprised, “Okay, tampering with the binding circle is out of the question. Great.” she mutters and looks around the room. “Well, Jessamy and I will have to devise a better plan than simply walking out the front door,” she mutters. Dream snaps his eyes back to her.
“Jessamy?”
A voice echoes in Irene’s mind making her freeze, then she turns back and looks right at the dream lord. “Did you just…?” she asks. He grins at her, impressed her magic was strong enough to form a conversation.
“Your powers are growing, little witch. But yes, I can, in fact, I just choose silence as my answer to Roderick Burgess.”
The hatred venom in the name, slithers down her spine, almost making her shiver but she looks at him. “Jessamy is here and refuses to leave you so I’m helping with the planning to set you free and return you back to the dreaming,” she informs him. He just tilts his head at her again.
“And what would you gain forming freeing me, little witch?”
he asks her, testing her to see of she was just like her ancestors or just like the humans that follow Roderick.
Then it was her turn to tilt her head back at him, “Because what Roderick is doing to you, the Dreaming, and Waking world is wrong. Using you to fill his most selfish desires is wrong, and setting you free feels a whole damn right thing to do.” she answers him.
Dream just looked at her in awe, and held a smile of relief as he lowered his head, feeling that relief wash over him. Irene shot a look back at the gate then turned back to him, brushed back a strain of her hair, and kneels before him. “I swear to you, I will set you free from this prison, I will use every ounce of my strength to see it through,” she answers, making him raise his head and look back at her, the tears were welling up in his eyes.
Watching as she traces to overlapping lines over her chest, “Cross my heart.” she promises and this makes the tears spill from his eyes as he nods at her.
And suddenly, the Lord of Dreams felt less alone than he initially believed.
She truly was a descendant of the bloodline, knowing when a wrong was done and refusing to let it remain.
And many a night, she would come and visit, telling me everything that has been happening beyond my prison, even the fun times she and Jessamy spent together.
And thankfully she warned me of the stranger that came and ensured my stay was a long one, and in return, I told her tales of her ancestors, the bloodline she descendant from.
And many a night, she would visit me, telling me everything happening and keeping tabs on Rodrick and his ongoing.
But had I known it would have led to her tragic and cruel end…
I would have turned her away. I would never have endangered her as I did.
