AU: Dream Eater

Context: Sabre is well aware that being so relaxed as a Dream Eater is odd.

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[3rd Person POV]

He didn't know why he was like this, but he preferred to be this way.

Dream Eaters earned their scary reputation, simply because it was their normal way of life. Being so powerful, most other living beings were like insects to them. They didn't care if some were hurt by accident while they were feeding or having fun with their abilities, or how many biomes and civilizations they left destroyed in their wake. To them, it was as inconsequential as accidentally kicking an anthill. So why would they care if a few lives ended?

But Sabre did. He always tried to make friends with the people of worlds he visited, and protected them from harm if he liked them enough. He tried his best to do as little damage to their homes as possible, and never caused any harm unless he felt it was a deserved punishment for someone's actions. He was so gentle with the lives that were so insignificant to him.

He had always been told by other Dream Eaters that it was strange. But he didn't really mind. They never saw what he did, because he took the time to stop and observe the life around him.

He saw endless stories of hope, loss, triumph, despair, love, rivalry, healing, pain, and everything in between. He saw the leisurely days where everything just seemed to slow down. He saw family, by blood or by soul, stronger than the bonds of the cores of stars. He saw the beautiful nature of the smaller living things, through the painted sky and the patterns in plants, and the colorful creatures and the creations of the sapient. He saw them make stories of their own, out of the stories that life gave them.

And that made it all worth it.