Sunny dreamt of a mountain.
My Nightmare is on a mountain, huh? Thought sunny. At first he was really against the idea of other people watching him and his future and he still is but information to possibly survive is always welcome.
Jagged and lonesome, it dwarfed other peaks of the mountain chain, cutting the night sky with its sharp edges. A radiant moon bathed its slopes in the ghostly, pale light.
Cassia, as one of the other aspirants that had, yet to experience the Dream Realm, it was a stunning view, the rest had already experienced such views or simply did not care like sunny, as he was too busy analyzing the Nightmare.
On one of the slopes, the remnants of an old road stubbornly clung to the rocks. Here and there, weathered paved stones could be seen through the snow. To the right side of the road, a sheer cliff face rose as an impregnable wall. To the left, a silent black sea of nothingness indicated an endless fall. Strong winds crashed into the mountain over and over again, screaming in powerless rage.
Suddenly, the moon fell over the horizon. The sun rose from the west, streaked across the sky and disappeared in the east. Snowflakes jumped from the ground and returned into the embrace of clouds. Sunny realized that he was seeing the flow of time in reverse.
Reverse? Why does it show him how the Nightmare is gonna go? The venomous snake, that goes by the name Caster nearly spat out. The only reason that he didn't was because of the Sovereigns.
In an instant, hundreds of years flew by. The snow retreated, baring the old road. Cold shivers ran down Sunny's back as he noticed human bones littering the ground. A moment later, the bones were gone, and in their place, a slave caravan appeared, moving backwards down the mountain in the clamor of chains.
Slaves? Everyone was surprised. Obviously not at the mere idea of slaves, but more like where this was going. Many could predict the outcome.
Time slowed, stopped, and then resumed its usual pace.
[Aspirant! Welcome to the Nightmare Spell. Prepare for your First Trial…]
'What… what the hell is this?'
Step. Step. Another step.
A dull ache was radiating through Sunny's bleeding feet as he was shivering from cold. His threadbare tunic was nearly useless against the biting wind. His wrists were the main source of agony: badly hurt by the iron shackles, they sent a sharp pang of pain every time the freezing metal touched his broken skin.
Mordret chuckled and then smiled quite pleasantly "As I thought you're gonna become one of the slaves in your First Nightmare, quite unfortunate."
Sunny only could clench his fist, as he thought, this bastard is so annoying.
'What kind of a situation is this?!'
Sunny looked up and down, noticing a long chain winding up the road, with dozens and dozens of hollow-eyed people — slaves just like him — shackled to it at small intervals. Ahead of him, a man with broad shoulders and a bloodied back was walking with a measured gait. Behind him, a shifty-looking guy with quick, desperate eyes was quietly cursing under his breath in a language that Sunny did not know, but somehow still understood. From time to time, armed horsemen in ancient-style armor would pass by, giving the slaves menacing looks.
"Now, now not only enslaved but also on a chain and guards on horses, i wonder how you'll get away" said mordret.
Sunny raised an eyebrow, confused. "Are you believing in me?"
"No, obviously not. It's simply that you will get out. Do you know why? Because there is no point in watching a dead men. So, one could say I believe in mine predictions." He answered, slightly amused.
"Bastard..." Sunny muttered under his breath.
However you judged it, things were really bad.
"No, shit" said Caster, already enjoying it.
Sunny was more bewildered than panicked. True, these circumstances were not like what the First Nightmares were supposed to be. Usually, freshly chosen aspirants would find themselves in a scenario that presented them with a fair amount of agency: they would become members of privileged or warrior casts, with plenty of access to necessary weapons to at least try to tackle any conflict.
"Yes, usually..." said none other then Asterion.
Starting out as a powerless slave, shackled and already half-dead, was as far from being ideal as one could imagine.
"Indeed" said Seishan.
However, the Spell was as much about challenge as it was about balance. As the old policeman said, it created trials, not executions. So Sunny was pretty sure that, to counter this abysmal start, it would reward him with something good. A powerful Aspect, at least.
"Hah, you shouldn't say that you know." Said none other then Master Roan.
"Why?" Asked Sunny.
He smiled and said, "you'll learn in due time."
'Let's see… how do I do this?'
Remembering popular webtoons he read as a child, Sunny concentrated and thought about words like "status", "myself" and "information". Indeed, as soon as he focused, shimmering runes appeared in the air in front of him. Once again, although he did not know this ancient alphabet, the meaning behind it was somehow clear.
"Obviously, that's how it works." Huffed Saint Lightslayer
Noctis responded for Sunny "cut him some slack, he hadn't know about this, that's what happens when the only thing that's on your mind is survival"
Sunny did not say anything.
He quickly found the rune describing his Aspect… and, finally, lost his composure.
'What?! What the actual fuck?!'
"It couldn't be that bad, right?" Said Jet
Sunny had an omnious feeling that it indeed was as bad as he said it, he knew that tone of his voice, the best.
***
Name: Sunless.
True Name: —
Rank: Aspirant.
Soul Core: Dormant.
Memories: —
Echoes: —
Attributes: [Fated], [Mark of Divinity], [Child of Shadows].
Aspect: [Temple Slave].
Aspect Description: [Slave is a useless wretch with no skills or abilities worth a mention. A temple slave is just the same, except much rarer.]
Nearly everyone froze over. What? That was the only thought in their head.
Speechless, Sunny stared at the runes, trying to convince himself that he was maybe just seeing things. Surely, he couldn't be that unlucky… right?
"Well, you're fucked." Said mordret "I guess my predictions can be wrong too."
'No useless Aspects my ass!'
As soon as this thought appeared in his mind, he lost the rhythm of his steps and stumbled, pulling the chain down with his weight. Immediately, the shifty guy behind him screamed:
"Whore's bastard! Watch where you're going!"
Caster smiled, for some unknown reason he hated this Sunless with a passion.
Sunny hurriedly dismissed the runes, which were only visible to him, and tried to recover his balance. A moment later, he was once again walking steadily — however, not before inadvertently pulling on the chain one more time.
"You're really a little shit, hmm?" Said Saint Lightslayer. Sunny chose again not to respond, those were Saints, pretty much demigods and he did not want to die.
"You little shit! I'm going to kill you!"
The broad-shouldered man in front of Sunny chuckled without turning his head.
"Why bother? The weakling will be dead by sunrise anyway. The mountain will kill him."
A few seconds later, he added:
"It'll kill you and me, too. Just a bit later. I really don't know what the Imperials are thinking, forcing us into this cold."
Cassia and Kai felt greatly uncomfortable watching this they were the only one here that still cared about the live of humans, not like the rest of those psychopaths and sociopaths around them.
The shifty guy gasped.
"Speak for yourself, fool! I'm planning to survive!"
"Delusional" said Sunny
Sunny silently shook his head and concentrated on not falling again.
'What a charming pair.'
Mordret smiled," it seems we have the same opinion."
Sunny would honestly not want to share a opinion which him, but it was probably just to get an reaction, and Sunny wouldn't provide that reaction and the satisfaction that came with it to that bastard.
Suddenly, a third voice joined the conversation from somewhere further back. This one sounded gentle and intelligent.
"This mountain pass is usually much warmer this time of year. We just had really bad luck. Also, I would advise you against harming this boy."
"Why is that?"
Sunny turned his head slightly, listening.
"Haven't you seen the markings on his skin? He is not like us, who fell into slavery due to debts, crimes or misfortune. He was born a slave. A temple slave, to be precise. Not long ago, the Imperials destroyed the last temple of the Shadow God. I suspect that this is how the boy ended up here."
Many, were intrigued. Even more so Asterion as he needed to find the last one, the holder or holderess of the Shadow gods lineage.
The broad-shouldered man cast a look back.
"So what? Why should we be afraid of a half-forgotten, weakling god? He couldn't even save his own temples."
"Fools." Said Noctis, they truly did not know anything about 'death' did they? The last part he kept to himself.
"The Empire is protected by the mighty War God. Of course they're not afraid to burn down a few temples. But we here are not protected by anything or anyone. Do you really want to risk angering a god?"
The Valors began to act quite proudly after this,and act disdainfully towards the intelligent voice.
Mordret merely let out a humorous chuckle. after the last statement.
The broad-shouldered man grunted, not willing to answer.
Their conversation was stopped by a young soldier riding a beautiful, white horse. Clad in a simple leather cuirass, armed with a spear and a short sword, he looked dignified and noble. To Sunny's irritation, the asshole was really pretty, too. If this was a historical drama, the soldier would definitely be a male lead.
"What is going on here?"
There was no particular menace in his voice, even something resembling concern.
When everyone hesitated, the gentle-voiced slave answered:
"It's nothing, sir. We are just all tired and cold. Especially our young friend over there. This journey is truly too hard for someone that young."
The soldier looked at Sunny with pity.
'What are you looking at? You're not much older than me!' Sunny thought.
"You should use this to get something, doofus, like food" said Athena.
Of course, he didn't say anything out loud.
The soldier sighed and took a flask from his belt before extending it to Sunny.
"Bear with it a little more, child. We will stop for the night soon. For now, here, drink some water."
'Child? Child?!'
Effie started to whole heartedly laugh.
Due to his thin body and small stature, both caused by malnourishment, Sunny was often mistaken for someone younger. Usually, he didn't hesitate to use it to his advantage, but now, for some reason, being called a child really irked him.
Still, he was really thirsty.
"Oh, we're you?" said Athena " atleast you're not stupid" she said. Sunny did not answer once again.
He was just about to take the flask when a whip cracked in the air, and suddenly Sunny was in a world of pain. He stumbled, once again pulling on the chain and causing the shifty slave behind him to curse.
"Damn..." said Roan, afterwhich he got a small hit on the head from Saint Tyris.
Another soldier, this one older and angrier, stopped his horse a few steps back. The whip that sliced the back of Sunny's tunic open and drew blood belonged to him. Without even glancing at the slaves, the older soldier pierced his younger colleague with a disdainful glare.
"What do you think you're doing?"
The young soldier's face darkened.
"I was just giving this boy some water."
"He'll receive water with the rest of them once we camp!"
"But…"
"Shut your mouth! These slaves are not your friends. Understood? They're not even people. Treat them like people and they'll begin imagining things."
"That's certainly one way to look at this." Said Mordret.
The young soldier looked at Sunny, then lowered his head and put the flask back on his belt.
"Don't let me catch you making friends with slaves again, newbie. Or next time it will be your back tasting my whip!"
As if to illustrate his intention, the older soldier cracked his whip in the air and rode past them, radiating threat and anger. Sunny watched him go with well-concealed malice.
'I don't know how, but I will watch you die first.'
"You sure have some guts" said Jet
Then he turned his head and glanced in the direction of the younger soldier, who was falling behind with his head still lowered.
'And you, second.'
Athena started to laugh, "why because he called you small"
Sunny glared and responded "Shut it."