[The Domain Theme: {Forest of Fantasia} has been activated.]
[An inhabitant of the Realm of Dreams has come to visit you!]
A gentle voice whispered inside of my head, as I saw the big green frog wearing a black suit and tipping his fedora. He looked rather classy, and right out of a children's fairy tale book.
Yet despite all of that, the frog emanated a powerful Aura of Dream Magic, it was a powerful... being, I don't know what sort of being, but it was strong.
"A-Ah... I-I am confused..." I muttered.
"Oh my, where are my manners?" Laughed the frog. "My name is Sir Frogginton III, I am what some might call a Dream Realm Inhabitant. Some consider me a Dream Spirit, others call me a Dreamling, but I think I am just a talking frog. Nice to meet you."
"N-Nice to meet you sir..." I muttered.
What do I do now? Should I invite him for a cup of tea? He's a Dream Spirit! I should probably have a good relationship with him, even if briefly. I didn't sense any sort of hostility within him, if anything, he came because he was curious.
"P-Please come in, would you like to have a cup of tea?" I asked him.
"Oh, if it wouldn't be much of a bother..." He quickly entered, greeting Mark who almost dropped the eggs he was carrying.
"My, hello." Frogginton introduced himself again. "What a peculiar house you two have. So this is what people nowadays have outside the Realm? Hm, I see. I quite like the simplistic design."
"H-Hi..." Mark muttered. "Elayne?"
"O-Oh... So the Dream Realm is kind of a filter so Human Emotions and Mind Energy doesn't corrupt the real world?" I asked. "I just had no idea it was that complex..."
"Indeed, something like that! However, energy always leaks out, creating Monsters of Old, and the Hollows, corrupted with Miasmic Mana." Frogginton spoke. "But it is all part of our delicate ecosystem between the many magic planes and the physical plane. Now, there is a variety of people that tap into our Realm.
The Dream Weavers for example, are ancient Druids that protect our Realm from outside, evil forces. But as of late... Well, most of them have disappeared as history advanced forward and the existence of magic deteriorated in the world.
Only recently, due to the events that you humans call First Contact, has our world taken a breather and absorbed a large quantity of Mana, which is constantly feed upon us from another world... My Queen says this is a new Era, an Era where new Dream Weavers might finally appear."
"I see..." I muttered.
I hope they don't want me to be a Dream Weaver...
"What are these enemies you want to protect your Realm from?" Asked Mark.
"There used to be many of their orders, they took on many names, but their collective name was known as Warlocks Of Nightmares." Said Frogginton. "Evil wizards that desire to siphon the negative energies of our world to gain tremendous power. They, similar to the Dream Weavers, have mostly disappeared... for now.
We've grown warier after the First Contact, but for now, I shall be taking my leave, lady Elayne, sir Mark. Here, please take this as my thanks for the tea and the crackers."
He left behind a small present; it was a pink-colored leather bag with something inside.
"Thank you Frogginton- Oh?"
But he was already gone before we could even say goodbye.
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