Welcome to Valerian Night, where the story comes to you in snippets and snatches, snapshots and slivers of 300 words every week. Your input is valued and needed, for what you say may drive the story into a totally different direction. Follow the meandering coils of story that take Alyxa Fairchild onto a direct collision course with Nightmares, Dreams, Old Deities and New Heroes as her world collides with that of Réveille, the land of Waking Dreams and Dead Gods. Trail after Morpheus as he discovers the foibles and confusions of the human world and finds himself strangely enamoured thereof all the while trying to keep his Dreamer safe and ensure the continued peace of the Real World. Let the young Jazzy open your eyes and show you that the world you see is not necessarily the world you know...

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

LX: Semantics

“So you propose we wait here, until Alyxa loses her mind and we grow even more ancient than we are?” Morpheus demanded.

-Not exactly. Enyo says that there is movement in the real world.-

“Does that line go both ways?” Alyxa asked, looking at the caged goddess with bright eyes, “I mean, you could send a message to my parents?”

“Your parents are dead, little one,” Morpheus murmured.

-Anyways,- Bast interrupted before Alyxa could go on, -Enyo says that the wait will not be long now.-

“Lemme get this straight before you say anything more,” Alyxa said, suddenly completely lucid, “we wait here. Someone rocks up. Presumeably this person is mortal. We’re still going to sacrifice another human being? Kill another human being.”

-It might be a dog,- Bast offered, -we might sacrifice a dog? That wouldn’t be hard right?-

Alyxa gave her a weird look.

“I believe Alyxa’s point is, are you willing to sacrifice anyone to let little darling Enyo here work her magic,” Lucifer’s voice said and they all started.

The Prince of Darkness, Lord of Evil, etc. etc. was lounging quite comfortably in his throne between the two cages. He had not been there a moment before.

“Lucifer – ” Morpheus started.

“Oh tut, tut, darling,” the Morning Star chided, waving a hand in the Dream-King’s general direction, “you don’t think you can scheme here without me knowing it? I practically raised betrayal to an artform, remember? I am very familiar with it.”

-It’s not betrayal if you’re plotting against the Enemy,- Bast pointed out, her mental voice sickly sweet.
“Rub that in, why don’t you, kitty,” Lucifer pouted.

Bast hissed at him.

“He does have a point though,” Alyxa whispered, “can we kill anyone?”

“You could always take me up on my offer,” Luficer reminded them.

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