These are going to be the human versions of Dream and Nightmare. Because even though I prefer the skeleton versions, I'm realizing that it's much easier to write with humans. So I shall write with humans. Besides Kai made official human designs.
Oh and I need a name for this so after you've read it if you could make a suggestion that would be much appreciated :)

You are Y/N L/N.
You live with your family in a hut near the Royal Palace, in the kingdom of Lucid.
Despite being so close to the richest people in the kingdom, your family is one of the poorest. As a very young child you had to learn how to steal food just to survive. It was a hard life, but you managed. At least you didn't live in the slums, where people were constantly getting sick and dying. Living near the rich had its benefits.

This story starts around the time you were born, but not with you.

It starts with two young princes.

Once upon a time, in the kingdom of Lucid, the King and Queen had twin boys. They were named Dream and Nightmare. They grew up as your typical princes, with many adoring servants and toys and everything a child could ever want.

But then, only three years after their birth, the King and Queen became ill. No doctor or traveling apothecary could find a cure. The kingdom watched helplessly as their beloved rulers passed. Before the King took his final breathe, he named Dream the Crown Prince, assuring there would be no fighting over the throne.

And now, roughly two years after that, you have decided that the best place to get food is the place you were told since you were born never to go.
Trespassing on palace grounds was punishable by death, depending on what you have on you. Weapons are an instant death sentence. Money, whether yours or not, could get your hands cut off and land you a night or two in the dungeon.

But you had also been raised on tales of food. Tales that said royalty never ran out of bread or meat. So, being an ambitious 5-year-old, you decided to go steal some food.

They wouldn't notice a few handfuls missing, right?

At the moment, you're hiding near the dining hall. The guards have been on high alert for anyone who might wish to harm the young princes, so they're difficult to sneak past. You've managed to get this far, however; you're not going to turn back now. You can do this. You are brave.

You wait quietly for the servants to clear the table; you can follow them out and grab a few scraps.

You see the door open. But as the adults begin to step out, two small boys dash out under their feet, causing them to stumble.

One skids to a stop and giggles. He's wearing an exquisite purple suit that looked strange on his childish figure. The other is in matching yellow, but instead of running straight to the purple one he turns around and apologizes politely to the server.

You notice they are both wearing golden crowns. You realize that they must be the princes.

You wish you could meet them; they seem nice. But you knew from experience that most rich children, even your age, didn't like being with poor. So you stay quiet and hidden, and wait a little longer.

The princes run off; the yellow one trips once and his brother helps him up. The guards follow them, staying a ways back as if not wanting them to know they're there. You pay no attention to it though; you have the perfect opportunity to follow the servants to where they put the left over food.

You follow quickly, trying to keep your bare feet from pattering on the ground. After following them down several flights of stairs, they stop at a small door; much less grand than the others you'd been through. It was made of plain wooden planks, only marginally nicer than the door to your own home.

You take it as your chance to grab something from the leftover food on the plates. Heaps of beef and carrots and broccoli and grapes and bread; out of all of it, you spot a small roasted bird that appeared to have never been touched.

You reach out and put your dirty little hands on either side of the bird.

"Hey!"

You bolt, bird in you grasp, for the nearest door. Ducking under the other plates you slam your shoulder into the wood and stumble into the kitchen.

"Thief!"

You freeze as everyone else does the same. Your E/C eyes dart around frantically until they found another door. You run for it.

The kitchen servants try to catch you, but you were used to dodging grabbing hands in closed spaces.

Tag was your favorite game, especially around the house. Even with six brothers and sisters, you are the reigning champion.

You bob and weave through the islands and counters, their attempts to catch you getting very close. But not close enough-!

You make it to the door, and it swings open before you touch it.

"Come on!"

You have time to see a small cloaked figure. Who, you don't know, but they pull you through and run next to you.

"You need some help?"

It's a boy. His cloak is old and worn, but clean. He must've found time to wash it recently.

Being a child, you don't question this. Only that he was offering to help you.

"Y-yes," you gasp, out of breath as you weave through the back garden. "Do you know how to get to Dawn Lane from here?"

The boy hums in thought. "That's the street Mitzie's Bakery is on, right?"

"Yes!"

"Then yeah! Follow me!"

The boy takes your arm and pulls you in one direction, towards a small apple grove.

You almost stop to gawk at the strangely colored fruits; purple and golden yellow, glimmering in the sunlight; but the boy tugs on your arm and you keep going.

He leads you to the high wall that surrounds the entire palace grounds, to a part that's largely covered in ivy.

You realize it's the other side of the wall that's very near your home. How convenient.

You're going to have to do something with that," The boy whispered, looking at the bird. "I don't think you can climb over with it."

You puff out your cheeks in indignation. "Yes I can!" You tell him hotly. "I once carried an entire crate of grain from the market to my home, three streets away! I can totally climb over with this!" You glare at him. "And I'm not gonna leave it behind!"

The boy laughed. "I wasn't going to say that; I was thinking maybe we could toss it over."

You shake your head frantically. "No! Then it'll get covered in dirt!"

They boy sighed. "Okay, okay. How about I climb next to you and help make sure you don't drop it?"

"I'm not gunna drop it," You mutter. But seeing as this isn't a bad idea, and the palace servants are getting nearer, you accept the offer.

You get about halfway up before you start to lose your grip on the bird.

The boy helps you catch it. You realize his hands are much cleaner than yours. He is not a poor child like you. You never have water to spare for a bath. The only ones in your house who were aloud to clean up were your parents, but only because they handled the food. Even then, they only washed their hands. Water was for drinking, not washing. Washing was a luxury.

"Careful!" The boy says. "Why did you grab it, anyway?"

You stick out your tongue with the effort of trying to get a better grip on your prize.

"It's just enough for all of us to eat something tonight," you say simply.

The boy frowns. You can make out two purple eyes under his hood. "Do you not normally get enough to eat?"

You shake you head, and reach up for the ledge. Just out of reach. You grunt as you have to grab onto another part of ivy and pulled yourself up.

"Here," you tell the boy, holding out the bird for him, "You hand it to me when I get up there, and then we can climb down."

He takes the bird from you as best he can. You get to the top of the wall and take two steps down. You hold out your hands for the bird.

He hands it up, almost loosing his grip, but you take it from him before it falls.

You both get down safely. The bird is safe in your arms.

"Thank you," you tell the boy.

"Your welcome!" He says happily. "Can I come visit?"

"Brother?" A voice on the other side of the wall calls. It's lowered to a whisper-yell, like they don't want to be be caught. You don't recognize it. "Brother, where are you?"

The boy's shoulders slump. "Never mind," he says sadly. Then he perks up. "Hey, do you hang around the palace a lot?"

You shrug uncomfortably. "This was my first time," you admit. "But I might come more. Why?"

"I come here a lot!" He says excitedly. "Maybe we can play together next time!"

You smile. "That sounds like fun! Sure!"

"Brother?" The voice calls again. "Come on, this isn't funny! You promised Miss Eve you wouldn't run off anymore!"

The boy turns back to the wall. "I'm coming!" He says, his voice raised. He turns to you again. "Can you come tomorrow?"

"Okay!" You say happily. "Right on the other side of the wall?"

"Yeah!" The boy seems very happy. "Okay, I gotta go now. See you!"

"Bye!" You wave you him as he climbs the ivy with ease.

You watch him disappear, and listen. You hear two voices talking, but you can't make out what they're saying.

You decide to walk home.

When you arrive, two of your five brothers are there.

They start to greet you, then spot the mostly still pristine bird you proudly carry.

"WHOA!" exclaims Noah, the middle child. "How'd you get that?"

"Where'd you get it?" The eldest, Gavin inquired. He was about fourteen. As the eldest, he'd been trying to get a job somewhere to help support your family, but with no luck. He was scrawny and, while he was strong, he didn't look it at all.

"I got it from the palace!" You brag. But of course, this is when your mother and father decide to come out.

"The palace?!?" Your mother practically shrieks.

"Yep!" You say proudly. "I almost got caught, too; but a boy helped me get out!"

"A boy?" You father says in disbelief, "You don't mean one of the princes?!?"

"No," you say, shaking your head, "I saw them though! Dream and Nightmare! They were leaving the dining room while I was waiting for their servants to bring out the food! They didn't see me, but I saw them!"

"Y/N saw who?" Your sister Greta asks, coming over quickly from the direction of the market, a small loaf of bread in her hands. She was the second youngest; only a year older than you.

"I saw the princes!"

"No way! Were they handsome? Were they cool? Did they have swords? Did they-"

"Enough!" Your mother snaps. Your ecstatic sister quiets herself. "Y/N, you know you're not allowed to go anywhere near the castle. And now you've-" you mother stops, takes a breath, and continues. "What on earth were you thinking?!? Why would you try something so reckless?!"

You look up at her face from behind your long, unkempt H/C hair and say seriously, "If royalty always has food, then I thought they should have a lot of leftovers. And I was right. I got this whole bird thing, and tomorrow I'm gonna go back and get more."

Your father looks impressed by your determination. You sister Greta looks awed, and your brothers look bitter about being shown up by the youngest girl in the family.

Your mother, however, faints.

She couldn't handle the idea of he sweet Y/N being a rebel.

Too bad for her.