The fundeon was a miserable place powered by kids' dreams. The bars were made of what looked like at least a hundred-year-old liquorice. The beds were made of leftover cotton candy (it looked like the previous tenant stress ate). Juice, which was past its expiry date, was dripping from the moat above. This was no place for a man who had ruled both worlds. This man was the creator of nightmares. He had a long flowing black coat, his skin the color of the darkest clouds and poisonous spikes in place of hair. The guards showed no lack of chains when it came to this particular tenant.
It was about half past midnight, and all was quiet except the occasional rustle of a chain. A hooded figure came towards the fundeon. Just as it was about to enter the fundeon a guard stopped it. The hooded figure lowered its hood to reveal eyes the color of the sky, ruffled hair the color of purest snow, a white face with hardly any cheeks. He was wearing a jacket the color of the ocean and white pants. The guard overcame with a shocked expression as he said "Sorry, sir we were not expecting any of the guardians tonight."
The man held a plain expression and said "I must see him." The man stared at the bars without any movement.
The guard hesitated at first but opened the bars later. The moment the bars were lifted a wall made of the hardest chocolate was lifted then one made of cake which had rotten and at last one made of candy was lifted.
The man made his way to the fundeon and the tenant put on a miserable scowl. The tenant said "What are you doing here, Christopher Hydrafist? Have you and the other guardians finally made the decision to have me executed?"
"Hello Morpheus. And no, we have chosen to let you serve a life sentence in jail. I actually was getting restless about why you wanted the world to live in anger, sadness and darkness. Why did you want to rule both worlds on your own when we guardians were ready for you to be one of us? When I myself was not believed in but still wanted to let the world live in happiness, why did you want it be sad? When I was ready to work steadily towards my place in the world why were you rushing yours? I have never wanted to believe what the others have said about you. I have never thought that what the others say is true. I have never thought that you do not have a heart. I have always thought that all of your actions have been done for a reason. So, please tell me that reason."
"There are many things you are not supposed to know, Chris. What you are asking is one of them." Morpheus said with great authority and darkness in his voice.
"That may be, but I have come so far and you are turning me down? I moved you from fairy prison to this place which is less miserable considering the fact that every day at fairy prison you are to be exposed to your weakness, the sun, for eight hours. I had to convince the other guardians not to execute you and this is what you are telling me? I bet that you did not know that I am the person due to which you are alive and are listening to what I am saying right now, did you?" Christopher replied with great anger. Morpheus felt something inside due to which he started his story.....