I awoke to the feeling of air flowing over my naked breasts. I sit up to look around, and see that I'm in the Hunters Workshop, still in the dream. This is different from before, the many times before.
I stand to look around more, and feel the Dream is different. It feels weaker, like it is barely holding together. I look around for my clothes, finding my first Hunters garb layed out next to me on a chair. Quickly donning them, I exit the Workshop.
I am immediately greeted with the view of the towers in the distance collapsing. As I watch, one crumbles and falls, and the dream feels just a little bit weaker. I look around, trying to find the Doll. Finally making it to the gate to the field of Moon Lillies, I see the gate is open. Curious, I enter.
I look around the field of Lillies, trying to find the Doll, and see her kneeling by the base of the Great Tree. She is kneeling beside what looks to be Gehrmans Wheelchair, now entwined in vines and covered in leaves. As I approach, the Doll stands.
"Good Hunter, you have finally awoken." She says. I nod.
"Yes, my Doll. But may I ask, what is happening? This is different, the Dream is collapsing finally. Why?" I ask. The Doll nods.
"Yes, the Dream is finally about to collapse. Since Gehrman is dead, the Dream no longer has a Host to hold it together. I am unable to hold it much longer, as I am unable to be its Host." I nod.
"And what if I become its new Host? I am now a Great One, it should be possible?" The Doll nods.
"It is. All you must do is let your power flow out, and seize the bonds that hold this Dream together. Then, you must pour your power in, and strengthen them, before binding them to you." I nod, and do as she said.
Letting my Eyes open, I also release my power, and let it flow into the cracks of the Dream. It takes only seconds, and I reach the bonds of the Dream. They are like a rope, one that is quickly fraying and begining to snap.
Letting my power rap around the rope, I seal it, letting my powrr flow into the rope to heal it. Then, I take the ropes, and bind them to my power, so that they can continually be charged by it. I close my Eyes, and open my eyes.
"It is done." I say. The Doll nods, and I look around. Where there once was missing towers, there is now pillers that hold the sky. Where the dream once felt fragile, it now feels whole. And the oppresive air and thin overhanging mist is gone, allowing me to see the entire Dream clearly.
"Good Hunter, I know it is not my place to ask, but I have a favor to beg of you." I turn to the Doll.
"Anything for you, my friend." I say. I will always help her, for she has been my anchor this entire time through my countless nightmares.
"There is another world, one that needs protecting. It has been overtaken, by two usurpers, who have subjugated their world. These two usurper have started to look into places they shouldn't, into the Cosmos, into the Dream. They need to be stopped, before they go too far, and bring upon themselves a plague like has happened to Yharnam." I nod. This sounds bad, I agree with the Doll.
"By the way, what has become of Yharnam since I quelled the nightmare?" The Doll gains a sad smile.
"It is now empty. The many lives you lived, you had to slaughter all in the city. Now, it is to stay empty. Since you no longer have to live the nightmares, the city can be at peace, the plague now gone." I nod. That is as I had hoped.
"Then this new world, what is it like?" I ask. I want to know more about it, before I enter this new world. The Doll smiles.
"The ponies there, are not normal. They are, 'anthropomorphic', as I have heard the term be. Humanoid in body, while still retaining a look of an Equine. They have dragons, and Chimeras, and Manticores, and many other mythical creatures. It will be up to you to decide which ones are beasts, and which are not. But I have faith that you will be able to choose. They have a form of Arcane they call simply magic, which they use in their daily lives. They have three species of Pony, Unicorns, Pegasi, and Earth Ponies. Each have their respective traits. The Ponies are the species in most need, as the other sentient and sapient species are not in as dire of straights. Good Hunter, the two need to be stopped, before the plague can be spread too far." I nod again, now armed with knowledge of this new world.
"How am I to reach it, and how am I to reach the dream?" I ask her. The Doll thinks for a moment.
"Gehrman made the many lanterns used throughout Yharnam. He had many still left, so the Messengers should be able to spare some for you. The way to get there, is through what used to be the Yharnam headstone." And with that, we leave the field of Moon Lillies.
As we walk up the central path to the workshop, I see that all the other Headstones are empty again. Not really caring, I move past them, and into the Workshop. Grabbing my belt satchel, I attached the enchanted inventory device to one of the many belts I currently wore.
I then went to the storage box, before opening it, and reaching in.
First, I pulled out the Charred Hunter gloves, and put them on, putting the Hunters gloves back in. Then, I reached in and drew out my Saw Cleaver, which I had empowered to the best of mine and Gehrmans ability, which was about as much as the metal could allow. I also pulled out the Moonlight Greatsword, also fully empowered to mine and my mentors best ability, and placed it into the Arcane field that extended from my back, that held the larger weapons so I wouldnt have to carry them in hand.
I then reached in and grabbed my usual 20 blood vials and 20 quicksilver bullets. I also grabbed 20 throwing knives, four fire and bolt paper, 10 Molotovs, my Hand lantern, and lastly, my Hunters Pistol. Placing the pistol on my left hip, I place the saw cleaver on my right, before closing the storage chest, and walking back outside.
Moving towards the Yharnam Headstone, I see the Messengers in their puddle at the base. I smile, and caress each ones malformed head. Many lifetimes ago, I thought they were ugly. Now, I love them as I would a child, for they are so adorable, the little things.
Looking up from the Messengers, I see the Headstones name is different. It now reads as Equestria Headstone. There is only one name on the headstone at the moment, I see it as I grab the hand of one of the Little Ones, and as I start to enter the waking world, I make sure to remember it.
The Castle of the Two Sisters.
Author's Note
Heres the second chapter, since I couldnt post without having a thousand words. I really hope you enjoy the new story, and if you can, take a guess as to the thing I have been heavily hinting. It should be pretty easy to spot and guess the hints, as they are pretty blatant. Let me give a hint: a thousand lifetimes ago.
I had done it. I jad beat my teacher, my mentor, my friend, the one father figure I had in this horrid world. I had beaten Gherman.
I had done it. I had beat the daughter, the goddess, the Deam maker, and the one controlling this entire game from the very begining. I had beaten Flora, the Moon Presence.
Her blood ran down my face, and slid under my mask to caress my body as it slipped below my collar. The Charred Hunters gear could only keep so much blood out. I felt the blood puddle in my boots, felt it slip into the valley of my breasts, into my hair, into my pores.
My mind hurt. After killing Flora, and gathering her echoes for what might have been the hundredth time, I felt the familiar pain of my body shifting, Groaning, changing. My Eyes and my eyes were shut, trying to keep the horrific visions out.
Flora's echoes continued to change me, along with the four one thirds of umbilical cords. I couldnt stand the pain again, it feels like its too much this time.
I collapse, my breathing going from shallow to nonexistent, yet I still lived. My heart went from a mile yesterday, to stopped in a moment, and exploded, yet I still lived. My head began to swell to enourmous proportions as it struggled to contain the millions of Eyes I have. It finally stopped, before splitting like a balloon, and my Eyes poured forth to the forfront of my body. So many Eyes.
And finally, after what felt like eternity, it all ended. The pain stopped, the unending shifting of my body changing stopped. It all stopped.
I couldnt open my Eyes without feeling pain right now, so I kept them all closed. This wasnt the same as the other times. It was different.
I felt a pair of warm porcelain hands grab me, and held me to their owners breast, the porcelain moving as if flesh.
"Are you cold?" I hear the Doll, like I had before. "Oh Good Hunter." She said, almost like she was admonishing me.
I finally pass out from exhaustion.
Author's Note
And here we are. This is the start. I hope you like it, and if I hadnt mentioned before, I will be deleting the old version, so as not to confuse people.
Again, heres the new version. I should have new chapters up to where I ended up fairly quickly.
Remember, Fear the Old Blood.
