People have long forgotten the dream, The Old Dream. A kind of dream that creates miracles. But it has soon been buried in time and lost in space. The Old Dream is but a legend in today's world. People describe as a treasure, some may call it a weapon, and the devotees praise it as the ultimate enlightment of God. The Old Dream is coming, the nightmares are resurfing, and the gods are restless, The world is starting to crumble. And the thing that stands in the middle of all this, is a young boy with an appearance of a 8 year old but with a soul older than the gods and the universe itself, as old as light but as black as sin. A soul untouchable, for it was just a dream, a dream once dreamt by his beloved.This is my first try at a FF. Please leave a comment or pointers. Be as critical as you can. I want to know what I can do to improve it and I may turn this into a series in the future. So tell me if I'm on the right track or if you would like a series out of this.