A boy with mid-back length curly hair slowly rises from a bed made of fallen foliage. As he leans up, vines that once wrapped around his arms and torso crawl away, slipping off of his pale skin. His eyes open, revealing a gleaming pair of almost unnatural green eyes. He stands, no dirt clinging to him. The boy sees a jacket laying neatly spread out on the ground, and next to it, a lit lantern.

He dons the jacket, and picks up the lantern. As soon as he does so he is transported to a dark forest, full of trees that tower into the skies. The boy is alone, and not even an animal makes a noise.

All that can be heard is the unsettling creaking of the trees as the wind harshly blows through them. He shivers at the cold, wrapping his arm around him. His feet move forward, and he falls into blackness, tumbling down into a tundra of sand, almost excruciatingly hot. When he stops rolling, he moves, again being thrown into a black void and falling out.

When he leans up, he realizes he is in an area not too unsimilar from where he woke up. Looking around, he sees grass and moss and stones as far as his eyes will look. He stands, unsteadily attempting to make a step forward. After he isn't thrown into a black void, he starts walking, his feet carrying him to an unknown destination.

It was almost as if he was being told where to go, and the scenery changes quickly as he follows himself.

After walking in the familiar area for days, the boy continues walking into a great area of stone plateaus, ones that rise taller than buildings. Unfazed, he passes through this area as well, coming across a great mountain he felt he needed to cross. Compelled to get to where he was wanted, the boy kept walking. More days past, and the boy still carries on up the mountain, not stopping for rest or drink.

Soon, he arrives at the top, being met with a large grassland that extends towards a misty fog surrounded by floating rock. He walks until his feet refuse to move forward and further.

Something emerges from the fog, its great silhouette being gargantuan in size. He sees the beast in the distance, its great gleaming eyes boring down at the boy, who couldnt help but feel small. Bravely, he tries to step forward. The beasts eyes follow him, and the boy quivers back.

"Congratulations, boy," Rumbled a voice from all around him, "You have sought me out, traversed lands not even a grown man can pass, but for what? What is it a child may seek in these woods?"

The boy faltered at the speech of the great beast, but soon overcame himself and stood tall, raising his lantern as the winds sputtered and whipped his long hair around him. His words came to him naturally, as if he had spoken this phrase for years, and this suprised the boy.

"I wish to form an alliance! I've nothing left to give but the clothes on my back and my will to fight. So forest demon, I ask you this! Would you be willing to sacrifice everything, for the chance of redemption?!"

The great beast stared at him for a moment longer, however long it may have seemed to last, and turned its head to look into the mountains that stretch far behind it.

The boy, patiently waiting with his lantern in hand, trying to grip his coat tighter around him, seemed to deflate at the giants actions. But not before long, still when the boy had his lantern raised, did the beast look back towards him, shaking its giant antlers and stomping its hoof.

Loud, deep laughter shook all around him, and the boy stepped back. The giant began slowly walking towards him, becoming smaller as it approached. He stood rigid, afraid of what the beast would look like out in the light.

A few meters from the boy stood a huge deer, the size of a large bear.

"My name is Morphaeus," the voice rang out, "And what is yours, Human?"

The boy almost stuttered, catching himself before he spoke. "My name is Akira, Morphaeus. It is a pleasure to meet you."

Morphaeus walks forward, and leans their head down. They gesture for Akira to climb onto him, and he does. Placing the lantern on the antlers of Morphaeus, they turn and go dashing into the mist, soon being enveloped in a bright light, which quickly fades black.

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Akira jolts up in bed, clutching his chest and panting. He shakes his head, trying to fotget the dream, when a leaf falls from his hair. He pauses, and looks at the leaf, before looking to his desk, where a letter from True Cross Academy of Tokyo lay.

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Just a lil teaser/first chapt for you guys UwU I'm gonna be working on the rest and definitely not have a consice or coherent updating schedule

Also the video at the top is where I got the idea; if you look into the comments section you can find my youtube account @ Matieski Art so yee go to the actual video on YouTube
https://youtu.be/Qjbcoj8k9AE