Two days had passed since the chess game and Spike could only look forward to the next one. He had heard that Luna was apparently in deep thought lately and for him, that was a good thing. It meant that she wanted to learn and he was more than pleased with that.

He had pulled out his cane and observed it as he thought of what he would do next. Maybe he would go down and practice with the guards. He shook his head. It was too simple and their training dummies wouldn't even withstand a single blow. Maybe he could travel through the dream again? No... that wouldn't be worth the pain. He had avoided it for years and there was no point to go back there. A small sigh escaped him as he let his cane lean against the side of the bed he sat upon. He would need to wait if he were to practice. It was late anyways so he may as well sleep and experience what it was like again. It had been years since he had last slept after all.

With a new, albeit simple goal in mind, he laid down and shut his eyes. And right as he did, he felt all his senses rush back to him in a flood of blackness. The sound of rushing wind greeted him and when it had faded, he slowly opened his eyes. Once more he was met with a dark void of emptiness. There was nothing here except himself. If he were to be honest, he was disappointed. He was expecting to be within something more... diverse and wild. Instead he was met with the familiar emptiness of his mind. So he began walking into the nothingness around him. He was calm and slow as he walked, clearly taking his time as he put one foot in front of the peg leg, then the peg leg in front of the foot again and again for what seemed like an eternity. Eventually he let out a disappointed sigh and stopped moving.

There was no point in walking if there was no destination. Spike looked at his claws and let a small amount of fire flicker in between them. Then he smiled as he thought of an idea. He could practice in here. The fire told him that he still had magic within this emptiness which meant that it could be his playground. He also knew that this emptiness was a dream and that all of the dreams in Eques could be seen by the lunar princess. Well, almost all of them. He looked up into the sky and let the flames rise, spiraling from his fingertips and Into the air for a few minutes. Then it stopped rising and seemingly disappeared. He let his hand disperse the flames on their fingertips then let them fall back to his side. He watched it rise and rise and then it seemingly disappeared. After that there was a massive crack that was heard and soon enough a green aurora began to become visible within the sky.

Spike chuckled and looked up at it. Only in his dreams could he achieve such a feat. Breaking the seal of the Princesses dream and replacing it with one's own was not easy. It's quite the impressive really. You cannot simply do it. You have to focus and put effort into it. You need to beleive in the dream first, and Spike knew that this dream was real. Now he could shape it be whatever he wanted. Maybe he could create Yharnham again but this time allow it to be devoid of life and not be full of beasts. He could remove the signs of the Healing Church and replace them with whatever he wished. All he needed to do now was do it.... but he couldn't. He couldn't do any of that because he didn't believe that was possible. The crimes of the Healing Church would forever be there and he couldn't change it. The beasts would be there as well and he couldn't change that either. The reason for that was because the beasts themselves were crimes of the church. He let out a sad sigh and frowned while he looked down at the blackness before him. He shut his eyes.... Then a thought came to him.

This didn't mean that he couldn't create his own world. His own dream to escape to whenever his eyes shut. It could all be so perfect... with large bridges, and complex buildings. Massive forests that spanned for miles with trees that eminated beauty. All of It could be real! All of it could be his. Not the beasts nor the church's. It would be his. A dream that was truly his own... He looked up then exhaled a breath of hope. His eyes opened, and now? Now he saw a meadow of flowers before him. And past that? He saw his very own Yharnham in the distance. Now of course it wasn't Yharnham. It looked different. It still had the same charm though. What would he call it though? The same light was shining above and there was a sea of still water in front of him for miles and miles past the field of flowers. He would need to think on that so for now he would enjoy himself. He bent down, his joints popping as he did so, and plucked a flower from the ground below only to examine it with a soft smile. What were they called again? He couldn't remember they're name but that didn't matter.

Spike did remember having his own name for the flowers when he first entered the dream so maybe he could use that. He called them Moonflowers if he remembered correctly and they did seem to reflect it's light so it was somewhat fitting. He set it back down and onto the soft ground beneath him then stood up and turned back to his shining creation ahead. It was something to be proud of and what he saw was something he would remember forever. There was a large full moon rising up from behind it, basking it all in a beautiful pale white light. If only he were in that city right now. He laughed to himself a small bit as he began to think of his ways to travel there. That could wait for the next night though. His time was nearing its end and he would need to reawaken soon. He smiled to his creation one more time that night then closed his eyes and waited to come back to the waking world.

In a few moments his eyes had opened and a bright light seemed to flood his vision. A hand was held up to block out the sun as he clambered back to his feet. It appeared that he had fallen off the bed. It was quite silly of him if he were to be honest. He brushed himself off then grabbed his cane as he turned to the door with a renewed vigor. He felt happy for the first time in ages. Maybe he would allow himself to eat. A nice breakfast with the Princesses sounded wonderful if he were to be honest. With that decided, he stepped forward and opened the door. A new day started now and with it started the existence of his own dream.

Author's Note

I hope you enjoyed this. I wanted to add to it and I've wanted to do something like this for a short while.

If there are errors or any recommendations you have then let me know.