Book 4 : The Hanged Man

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To slumber is to die to life. 

To dream is to live while dead.

This is much too true for me, for I have been slumbering for much too time.

As my body and mind where nourished by the pure Qi of Hestia, slowly, bit by bit, Magical Power also started to accumulate.

And so, the Eternal Sleep spell on my body dissipated as the Magic Power used to keep it intact was overwritten by Hestia’s overflowing streams of power.

There are limits on the universe. And one cannot sleep for some millions of years without experiencing dreams.

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However, dreams for me are too different from dreams to others.

My mind is too powerful. My Qi and Magic Power are both too high in terms of gods.

Like the slumbering beast at the bottom of the sea in legend, my sleep produces dreams - and my dreams become reality.

And this is how, now, the second spell I have craved upon myself activated.

Soon as the first dream started to form on my head, my consciousness was transported to Tiphoon.

Lucid Dream of Reality.

Upon the spells’ activation, my consciousness awoke in the middle of a prairie. As the first image on my head was the one of an old woman from an old movie, I looked like a crooked witch of tale.

No matter.

How has this world of mine developed so far, I wonder?

As I flew up to the clouds, a smile manifested on my wrinkled face.

Castles flew alongside the Heavens.

Dimensional portals to different universes rip space apart and allowed for people to come and go.

Draconic dynasties ruled countries as gods, and the small Demi-Gods I had long ago created ruled with an iron-clad will.

I began to laugh.

Wonderful!

Just wonderful!

Should I enjoy this world for a little bit?

Until the dream is over, there is no meaning for me not to wander around.

My power is very limited, this is true, since I am just a ghost made by imagination.

But I can still shape the earth and move the skies.

I shall mingle amongst mortals, and taste the way they live.

So, I will be able to expend time as I wait for this one dream to end.

Thinking so, I gazed in the distance and choose my destination:

Ishtar, the City of Prosperity.