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Is It Just A Dream? Or the Future?

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A "watching the series/reading the manga" story. TheWolfFaithChild drags AkaYona characters into a dream, where everyone meets everyone! Or do they? Dreams are strange after all. And showing the future is impossible. Right?

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A/N

ALOHA READERS! 3rd fic! (yeeeeeeeaaaaahhhhh!)

My first multi-chapter!

Friends, I’m a notorious procrastinator. And real life comes before fanfic. On Fanfiction.net I tried keeping to a posting schedule but, Heh Heh, Uuhhh, THAT did not work. I am doing better in reaching my goals, but ya’lls support is a real inspiring motivator.

I am human though, (oR aM i?) and I do have limits. But I plan on “challenging my limits, not limiting my challenges.”

And YES! I did throw some RoTG cameos in there, so Disclaimer: I don’t own Sandy’s dreamsand or Rise of the Guardians.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Yona of the Dawn, cause if I did, WE WOULD HAVE A WONKIN’ 2ND SEASON AND KIJA, SHIN-AH, JAE-HA, AND ZENO’S NAMES WOULDN’T BE MESSED UP IN THE ENGLISH DUB AND ZENO WOULD ACTUALLY SPEAK IN THE 3RD PERSON IN SAID ENGLISH DUB!!

Okay, rant over.

(I was listening to “From My Dreams” by Forest Elves while writing this. Take a listen is you want.)

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: Prologue

Chapter Text

“From My Dreams,
I can see the Future.
All I see,
Is for You and Me.

From My Dreams,
I am Calling you.

From My Dreams,
I can see the Future.
Follow me,
To set you Free.
From My Dreams,
I can hear you Calling me,
To set You Free.”
- “From My Dreams” by Forest Elves.


A wild-looking figure floated in a gray, misty space. You couldn’t tell what shade of gray the space was, for it was constantly shifting. Maybe it wasn’t gray. Maybe it was every shade of colour imaginable, all blended together. Who knows?

This unknown figure, you couldn’t entirely tell what it was, seemed to be watching silhouettes in the mist. The gray silhouettes moved and spoke; a small feminine figure arguing with a larger, broad-shouldered one. A man’s long pony-tail flapping in the breeze as he jumped roof-to-roof. A cloaked shortish person who wore a golden medallion leaning against a tree in a forest. A person with a clawed hand being crowded by many people. A bull-shaped outline of a mask, amongst dozens of other images. Though, no sound was heard by anyone other than this strange stranger.

Suddenly, the Space trembled and the Unknown figure turned toward the source of the disturbance.

Another figure, this one much more easily identifiable as a four-legged animal with odd attributes, emerged out of the mist and came toward the Unknown.

“Ah. Aloha, Faolyn!” Unknown spoke as they embraced the newcomer with a quick nuzzle. “Did you get what we requested?”

The fluffy newcomer, now known to the observers as Faolyn, plopped a medium-sized draw-string bag from her mouth into an outstretched clawed limb. The bag was pale yellow, and a warm glimmer of light was shining through the gaps at the top of the bag. The Unknown figure gently opened the top of the bag and peeked at the contents inside. They smiled before drawing the string close.

“Swicked! Fantastic job, Faolyn! We’re really gonna have ta thank Sandy when this is over. Big time!” The Unknown said as they lightly tossed the bag up once and caught it. They turned back to the moving silhouettes, contemplatively.

“Hmm, ‘suppose we’ll have to divide and conquer for this one.”

The mist began to swirl around the figure, faster and faster, a soft blue glow shown through, until a magnificent flash encompassed them.

Two figures, one taller, one shorter, now floated where the unknown once did. They each held a smaller version of the pale yellow bag.

The larger of the two spoke in a brusque voice, “You take those three . . .”

“And you get those three!” The smaller chirped. “But what about those other two?”

“I’d rather get the big guy.” The taller said, crossing their arms. “You okay getting that other guy?”

Their companion drooped, slightly disappointed. They sighed, “Welp! Someone’s gotta bring ‘im! ‘Sides, I guess he’s not so bad . . . deep, deep, deep, down.”

The drooping figure popped back up; all previous perk regained. “Just remember, when you go get that guy get squeaky too!” They waved a tiny finger at the taller.

The other huffed. “How could I forget that nut-loving puff-cheeked fuzzball? It’s practically a cannibal!”

“She is not!” The smaller put their hands on their hips. “She just has a well-balanced diet.”

The taller shook their head, causing their long braid to sway behind them. “Pft. Yeah, sure. You keep thinking that, little one.” They pulled up a hood and began walking off into the mist.

“Oh,” The taller paused and called back over their shoulder to the Other. “What about the ruff and tumbled people? Or those three? And those others, including my copy-cat?”

“Oh yeah!” The smaller smacked their forehead. “I suppose we should bring the ruff and tumbled group into this! We’ll both get them with whatever sand we have left. Those three and the others? Meh, we’ll bring them in later. We’ll need more sand for that first. And may I remind you, that you’re the one copy-catting him, dear one?” The smaller giggled, looking smug.

“Hush, little one. Your imagination is taking you away again. Is Faolyn going with you?”

“Yup!” The smaller said, hopping onto the furred-creature’s back.

“Well then, quit dawdling and go!” He took off, his voice echoing back as the mist covered his leaving.

“Love you, too!” She called, as the wolf with wings she was riding flew through the shifting atmosphere and disappearing like a shadow.

“FLY LIKE THE WIND!” Echoed from two voices that were One.

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Even if someone had been looking closely enough at the moonless sky that night, they probably wouldn’t have seen the near-invisible figure of a wolf with wings and its rider soaring across the stars.

The person riding the winged-wolf laughed happily, not at all caring that the sound may draw unneeded attention.

“Hah-hah! The wind is so clear here! Too bad the moon isn’t out. Ah well, the stars are still pretty. Pretty, pretty!” She held her hands up as if she could reach up and grab them. The one who flew made a grumbling noise beneath her.

“I love flying with you too, Faolyn!” She hugged the large wolf around the neck. “Hey, have you found him yet? He’s all we have to do. It was easier to find a few of the ruff and tumbled group and ‘poof’ them already, so he’s all we have left!”

The figure sat back up and grabbed onto the wolf’s scruff. “I’m really glad the dear one let us get this last guy. Hope he got all the rest of them. Oh, what am I saying? Of course, dear one got all of them! He’s relentless with something like that.”

The she-wolf made an affirmative sound. Then her nose picked up as a breeze blew by. Abruptly, she banked her wings and turned, startling her rider.

“You found him? You really found him? Alrighty, let’s go!”

They flew on for several minutes. It was hard to see, unless you had eyes that specialized in the dark. Which wolves do, and at night to a wolf’s eyes, bright yellow is like sunlight at midnight.

“Ah, there you are.” The passenger whispered as she huddled closer to her companion, hoping to be less likely to spot. “Lying in wait, most likely. Watching and waiting, as you always are.”

“Hmm. You may be able to hide your presence, but that only works on your dragon brothers.”

They dropped silently beneath the tree line to the ground. The passenger slid off and crouched low. Hidden by the scrub, they both crept forward, barely making any sound as the neared their target.

The target, who was resting against the knotty roots and rough bark of a giant oak, seemed to be asleep.

‘But you can never know in these situations. ‘‘Never underestimate anybody.’’ Especially someone like him.’

“Faolyn. Go.” She whispered to her wolf friend. Said wolf slinked off into the forested shadows, wings brought in tight as to not catch any low-hanging branches and possibly give away her location too early.

A few minutes passed. The figure in the bush readied herself, reaching to the small draw-string pouch at her belt.

There it was. A howl. Haunting, and to anyone not familiar with it, frightening close.

The person under the tree started awake, (although he most likely never was,) and stood. He turned in the direction the howl came from, away from the figure in the bushes.

‘Now.’

She flew forward, faster than any her size should have allowed. She reached into the pouch and grabbed the handful of the contents remaining. When she reached him, he turned and saw her, but too little too late.

“What-“ POOF!

The girl threw the glowing-golden dust in his face and he immediately began to tip backward.

“Oh nonono!” She rushed and caught him under the arms before he hit the ground. She sighed in relief, before huffing, “Gosh, you’re heavy! I’d thought you’d be lighter than this.”

She hefted him and as gently as she could, she laid the yellow-headed person at the base of the tree and tried to get him into as comfortable a position as possible.

“You don’t deserve any more pain.” She whispered solemnly. “Goodnight, sleep tight, have sweet, sweet dreams tonight.”

She leaned back on her heels as she crouched and watched as the dreamsand floated above his head. It hadn’t formed a picture yet.  Makes sense, since this sand was for a special purpose.

The girl noticed that the soft, warm light of the dreamsand reflected slightly off the boy’s golden head. It made his hair seem like it was glowing.

“Hehe, what a perfect match. Oh, darn!” She brought down a small fist into her open palm. “I wish I had a camera right now! Sandy or North really need to make one that can capture pictures of dreamsand.”

At that moment, Faolyn separated from the shadows and trotted over to her friend. They greeted each other with a nuzzle as the girl stood.

“Hey girl! Fantastic job back there! That was a beautiful lullaby.” The wolf’s tail wagged once and she flicked an ear at the unconscious form. Her companion turned and smiled.

“Mission accomplished! Well, almost.” She went back over and lightly touched the cloud of dreamsand above the sleeper’s head. It glowed brighter and began to swirl excitedly.

“Now everything’s in place.” The small girl said. She ran back to her wolf and vaulted onto the back, tucking her legs under the wings. “Let’s head back to Inbetween!”

Spreading their wings, they lifted off. If you listened, you could hear a wolf howling in the crisp night breeze.

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A hooded human-like person ran as fast as the wind around the kingdom of Kouka.

A light breeze blew through the maze-like cave system hidden deep in the mountains of the Fire Tribe.

The mysterious hooded figure dashed to a small alcove just outside the first pitch black mouth entrance.

The figure reached for the two long weapons at his belt. Flicking his wrist and with a clink that sounded like crystals echoing off each other, they merged into one. A burst of blue mist and they were final connected with a string, tip-to-tip.

He drew an arrow from the quiver behind his left shoulder, nocked, and anchored. (1) The feathers of fletching turned from leafy green to dark purple. He released.

The arrow hit the ground not far away from him and it immediately unleashed a cloud of black smoke. The figure ran straight through it. The smoke curled around and completely covered him.

The teen boy now blended perfectly in with the shadows. He entered the cave.

‘This may not keep me hidden from him, but at least it’ll stop those pesky villagers from spotting me. Glad only one person in this place has the eyes that can see through walls and shadow.’ He thought as he traversed the complicated caves and tunnels.

‘Also really glad he’s the last. Thunder Beast nearly killed me. Greenie wasn’t much better. Why did I decide to get Mother-Hen first?! Shoulda done easiest last. At least those old farts were deep sleepers, thankfully.’

He easily slipped past the masked watchmen and villagers. All they did was shiver and complain about the cold wisps of air that brushed past.

‘Hmph. Wimps. ‘iTs JuSt ThE WiNd. ~’’ 

The boy continued to make his way to the deepest and darkest cave in the area. Candles became less and less frequent. He came to a dead end and, knowing what to do, pushed a stone panel into the wall. A secret door grinded open.

‘Probably just gave away my location. Oh, well. It was gonna happen sooner or later. Never said this guy was gonna be easy.’

He went down the dark passage.

At first it seemed like there was nothing down here. However, he knew better.

RING, RING . . .

Therefore, he knew the sound of bells that signaled the attacker was coming, and was prepared to block the from-behind sneak-attack with his bow.

CLASH! The straight, black sword met the curved, crystal bow.

“Shoulda known you’d be able ta see me. Ah, well.” The boy threw off his attacker and turned to face the latter.

To anyone else, nothing but pitch darkness would be visible. But neither of these fighters were ‘anyone else.’

That’s how the first mysterious figure was able to see the ghost-like masked person in front of him.

“Look pal, and I know you can,” The person across from the bow-wielder opened his mouth a little in shock at being called-out about his powers by a complete outsider. “I didn’t come here to fight. And in case you’re wondering how I can see you, that’s a trade secret.” The boy smirked.

“Sorry ‘bout this, but I’m in a bit of a rush. Hope this inspires you to see the light outside someday!”

Faster than most eyes could see, although the masked-man saw it, the boy drew an arrow whose fletching turned bright yellow and fired it at the cave ceiling.

A blinding light filled the cave, and blind it did. To one blue-haired, golden-eyed, masked dragon warrior.

The blue dragon cried out in shock and slight pain from the bright light. He stumbled back, raising his arms in front of his mask in attempt to protect his extremely sensitive eyes.

‘He’s stunned. Now.’

Running towards the masked warrior, the hooded boy yanked the pouch attached to his belt open and tossed the golden dust inside at similarly coloured (though covered) eyes.

POOF!

Just like he had with almost every other encounter he had tonight, the boy caught his recent dreamsanded victim before they hit the hard ground.

The hooded boy took special care with this man. He leaned his bow against the stone wall and, after removing it from his back, did the same with his quiver.

Since they were about the same height it wasn’t too difficult to heft the unconscious masked-man onto his shoulders, and then began the slow trek down to the blue dragon’s “room.”

‘‘Purgatory’ is more like it.’

Once they reached it, the hood carefully slid his passenger off his back and lowered him slowly, tenderly, to the ground. He stood back up, watching the dream dust float there, being the only source of light in the space.

He stared down at the furred and masked person, seeming so small on the cold cave floor, and frowned. He looked around but there was nothing that could be used for warmth or comfort. A low growl escaped his throat.

“Pu’kyuu!”

“Ah!” The figure jumped, startled.

Poking her tiny head out of the sleeper’s fluffy headwear was the squirrel, Ao.

“Oh. Oh, it’s just you.” The standing figure breathed a sigh of relief.

“Sheesh, give a guy a heart attack, whydoncha?” He whispered as he knelt down on one knee, to closer look at the tiny creature.

“Pu’kyuu!” She squeaked. The hood shrugged sheepishly in response.

“Sorry, but I don’t speak squirrel yet. Been trying, but you guys are ‘tough nuts to crack.’” He winked. The squirrel only blinked and tilted her head.

“No sense of comedy.” He muttered. His gaze turned back to the sleeper. The dragon-eyed warrior’s head was at an awkward angle, and would no doubt, hurt in the morning if not moved.

“Can’t leave the poor guy here like that. Little one would have my head if I did.” He reached over, earning a slightly protective “Pu’kyuu!” in response.

“Hey, hey, I’m trying ta help. His neck’ll really hurt tomorrow if we leave him like this.”  

This caused the little creature to stare at him unblinking, no real emotion showing on its fuzzy face.

‘Well, this is uncomfortable.’

Finally, the tiny fluffball blinked, “Pu’kyuu’ed,” and scampered off her companion. Of course, she stuck close by; she always kept close to her dearest friend.

“Thank you.” He said as he reached for the fluffy white mane of fur this person wore to keep warm. The boy shifted it, so it rested more under the taller man’s head to act as a pillow. It still covered his back though, as to sperate it from the cold stone floor.

More hesitantly, the hooded boy reached for the horned mask, receiving a shocked “Pu’kyuu!” of protest. He ignored it, and simply turned the mask so it wasn’t pressing uncomfortably against its wearer’s face. The masked still covered the eyes it was meant to hide, but now the horn of the mask that had been against the floor was out of the way.

Retreating his hand, the hood stared at the sleeping person in front of him. He was still kneeling and sighed. He ran a hand over his face.

“I really am sorry about having to do that to you.” He told the unconscious person. “I know how much pain those eyes have caused you, and I’m truly sorry to have caused you more by them. You don’t have to thank me when this is over, because I probably don’t deserve it after this, but I do believe this is for your best.”

The hooded boy stood, and watched the dreamsand float in a shapeless could above the sleeper’s head. He reached a hand out and touched the cloud, which shone brighter and the glowing particles danced faster, hyper.

“Night-night, Moonlight.”

“Pu’kyuu?” The squirrel intoned as she hopped over to her dear friend’s covered face.

“Heh, he’ll be fine. He’ll just be having some strong dreams tonight.” The figure spoke as he leaned over the two. He reached for the nearly-empty pouch at his waist. “Can’t forget about you too, Squeaky. Luckily, I have only a pinch of dreamsand left. Just the perfect amount for you.”

“Pu’kyuu?” She looked at him with big, beady and utterly cute eyes.

“Aw, heck. I’m going soft.” He reached for the inside of a fold in his fur-lined parka and pulled out a hazel nut.

“Alright, I’ll admit it, you are the most adorable, brave, and kind-hearted squirrel I’ve ever met.”  He gave the nut to her, earning a thankful “Pu’kyuu! Pu’kyuu!” as she stuffed it in her cheek.

“But I still think you’re a cannibal.”

Poof!

The tiny pinch of dreamsand connected with the little squirrel’s head.

“Pu’kyuuuuu~ . . .” And she plopped down right next to her friend’s sleeping head.

“Heh. Adorable.”

Lightly. He touched the golden dust above the squirrel’s head, which had the same reaction as the sand cloud above the human sleeper’s head.

“Sleep sweet, Squeaky.”

With that, the hooded figure left the dark cave and headed back the way he came. When he reached the place where they’d had their confrontation, he quickly rushed to his bow and quiver.

“Mission accomplished.” He whispered to the empty cave as he shouldered his quiver. “Now, time to head back to the Inbetween.”

“Everything’s in place.”