Megalovania.

The landscape is truly a marvel. As I’m heading towards the sun, I cannot help but notice the little details. The various fish swimming between the trees - I can’t help but notice a few of them remind me of the Jokerfish; the patches of land just floating into various directions; the ground made of cotton candy at places. I think at one point I even saw some chocolate raining up.

Before long, I come across a wall of rain. Specifically, rain of what looks like liquid silver food mist, raining sideways. Quite the novelty, eh? A finger poked into the odd mass has me jerking it back in a sharp pain. That’s a no-go, it seems.

Hmmm.

I think I saw something like this in a cartoon once. A rain labyrinth. All I have to do is find an opening, and then navigate the resulting maze. A glance shows me that the wall of rain is curving inwards, toward something. Aha. There’s something in the middle of this probably-circular maze of rain, then. That goes a long way towards explaining why I can’t fly yet in this dream. My guess is that there’s a secret trasure, hidden in the middle of this labyrinth, that grants me both with the power of flight, and a leg to the next quest.

I smile. I love quest-dreams. I really hope I won’t be waking up soon. This looks like a fun one!

I start walking in tandem with the falling rain. Logically speaking, I should be moving towards the direction it’s falling from, but since when has this dream been logical in any way shape or form? I follows a set plot, yes, but that does not mean it has to follow the logic of physics. The landscape around me is a proof of that!

I gave him some delightful ideas about Joker Fish, and maaaay have given him some ideas for future chaos. Not gonna elaborate here, sorry. Some things need to be surprises, too!

...where did THAT come from? Who did I give ideas to? Why am I not elaborating to myself? Dammit, brain! This sounds like something fascinating! Why am I not remembering it?

Oh hey, entrance. I turn and step right into the maze, making sure to tuck in my wings. Man, I can’t wait to use them.

The silvery rain seems to be guiding me towards something. Odd. When this normally happens, isn’t it an indication of a trap?

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...I just answered my own question, didn’t I.

I turn around. Crap. The way back is blocked by an impenetrable wall of rain. And yes, it IS impenetrable. I checked. Ow. I gaze towards the suddenly more and more ominous section of the maze. If this is a trap... Well, I’m dreaming still. I hope. How bad can it possibly be?

As I stare at the laughing chimera on a throne that just screams ‘evil’, I am thinking up metaphorical ways to smack my past self. Phrases like, “Nice going, Clarkson” and “Yes, I’m suuuure Murphy isn’t a vengeful god” spring to mind.

I draw my sword from my chest, hoping I’ll at least know how to work it. The chimera stops laughing.

“Oh, do you honestly think you can fight me? ME?”

As I nod resolutely, reasoning that it must be a final boss, it lets loose with more laughter.

“You IDIOT. As if I won’t be taking any precautions after you so heartlessly BETRAYED me? Ha! Don’t you have anything better to do?”

I blink. What? I betrayed him? When? ...probably at some point during the backstory. I’ll play along. He’s an obvious Evil Boss.

“I can’t fathom anything that would be better than defeating you. Why would I ever work together with the likes of you?”

He looks devastated at that. Perhaps that was the wrong answer? Books and their covers, and all that? He narrows his eyes at me.

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“Well, basically, they sentenced me to Tartarus for eternity, and here we are,” finished Al. Or Bec. He never called himself Al even once during his story, so Tirek doubted some of his claims a little. Frankly, he doubted most of his story.

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As I nod resolutely, reasoning that it must be a final boss, it lets loose with more laughter.

“You IDIOT. As if I won’t be taking any precautions after you so heartlessly BETRAYED me? Ha! Don’t you have anything better to do?”

I blink. What? I betrayed him? When? ...probably at some point during the backstory. I’ll play along. He’s an obvious Evil Boss.

“I can’t fathom anything that would be better than defeating you. Why would I ever work together with the likes of you?”

He looks devastated at that. Perhaps that was the wrong answer? Books and their covers, and all that? He narrows his eyes at me.

“When was the last time you remember meeting me?”

I don’t ever remember meeting him. I keep my eyes narrowed and my mouth shut. Somehow, though, it sees through my attempts to conceal my answer. It furrows its bushy eyebrows.

“Something is not right here. Last time you definitely knew who I was.”

“I did?” I sheath my sword. He's correct. Something’s wrong. “When?”

He nods. “If you truly are who you claim, you should be able to know.” He pauses. “Wait. You haven’t even introduced yourself, have you? Nor have I.” He teleports right in front of me, extending a paw. “I’m Discord. Discord the Draconequus.”

I stare at the paw, before extending a hand. “...Call me Al.”

Author's Note

I'm on a roll again, and nothing seems to make sense anymore. What do you lot think?