Shadow Slave

Outside of the now-empty Temple of the Chalice, the dawn was slowly painting the world in a beautiful shade of lilac. Sunny was sitting on the ground, staring at a scarlet odachi and a spear with a blade etched with runes that lay on the ground in front of him.

Kai had dismissed his armor and was standing nearby, his wooden mask charred and blackened by the heat of the divine flames. His gaze was distant.

Effie was also close. She was standing in front of a pile of weapons, some of them whole, some broken and melted by the fire. Despite her exhaustion and injuries, the little girl, whose body was almost entirely covered by bruises and lacerations, was picking up one weapon after another, then thrusting them into the rocky ground with somber determination.

The graveyard of swords surrounding the temple was slowly growing, thanks to her efforts.

Sunny observed Effie for a while, then sighed. He did not see a lot of sense in leaving so many enchanted weapons behind, even if most of them were only equivalent to Awakened Memories. However, he was also not going to stop the girl from performing the wasteful ritual, as long as it gave her some closure… or whatever it was she was seeking by performing the strange burial.

It gave him food for thought, however.

In the future he knew, there was no such graveyard around the ruined Temple of the Chalice. Which meant that no one had done this last mercy for the War Maidens slaughtered in the great hall. Was that the reason they had turned into vengeful wraiths, perhaps?

…Maybe. Or maybe the swords had just been stolen or destroyed at some point later in time. He had not seen the rest of the graveyard in the future as well, after all.

So then… what, exactly, was the connection between the Nightmares and the Dream Realm?

Before, Sunny had been sure that Nightmares were simply recreations of the past. Now, however, he was not so certain. After all, the Temple of the Chalice was destroyed in the same exact manner as it had been in the future. Which meant that… he had always been the one to destroy it?

The Seed of Nightmare was a portal to the actual past?

Sunny scowled, then shook his head.

No, this didn't make any sense. If that was true, then too many things would have been changed in the waking world every time an Awakened conquered their Nightmare. The connection was too easy to spot… all he had to do was to go and carve his name into one of the menhirs of the Sanctuary, then check if it had actually appeared outside the Seed.

Nightmares were almost certainly simply recreations of the past

ended up was too glaring to be natural. Logically, the appearance of Awakened from the Waking World should have changed the course

could think of two explanations for that, one far less

case of his knowledge of the future informing his actions in the past. Sunny had thought of destroying the chalice because he had already seen

second explanation… was far more concerning, at least to Sunny. He knew more about fate than most people. He knew how hard it was to change it, let alone escape its stranglehold completely. So what… what if fate had a pull on all things, had influence

certain

the details of what happened could potentially change, but the end would inevitably, and

his sworn enemy, after all. And now, that enemy seemed

rose from the ground and walked over to the pile of weapons, picking one of them

on the verge of collapse.

"What are you doing?"

picked up another

You must be hungry, are you not? The sooner we are done with this, the sooner you can eat. Everyone wins,

nodded slowly. Together, they continued to bury the swords of the Maidens in the rocky

the pile of weapons had disappeared, joining the countless swords surrounding

what they had done was going to

hoped ardently

***

a wooden mask and with skin

a towering four-armed demon climbed from beneath the island and joined him. However,

of about eleven or twelve years of age sitting on the shoulders of the demon, holding his horns with her little

"Gee-up! Faster!"

Sunny gritted

I

her legs with two of his four hands and held them