Nightmare looks down at his beautiful little child. He can’t believe how blessed he is to have him, to be able to have a family again. To be here, in his home. To have his brother and sister.
Huaisang is such a wonderful child, and is beginning to show an aptitude for dream magic and manipulation. He doesn’t have to rely on the negative energy of the world for sustenance either, which is something Nightmare had honestly feared.
However, he does sleep, and sleeping means he can dream.
The child begins to squirm, his face scrunching up. Nightmare knows these signs, and quickly heads into the Dreamscape to try and help. It doesn’t take long for him to find his son’s door, and as soon as he does, he all but flings it open to see something chilling.
A knight stands before Huaisang, holding a sword, his intention clear. Without thinking, Nightmare tackles him, and they roll down the street, and up the hill. By the time they’ve stopped, Nightmare is alone. He looks up at the tree, and sees a face emerging from it.
The face is followed by a body, and a beautiful woman stands before him.
“M-“ he hesitates. This is a dream, but why would Huaisang dream of Nightmare’s mother? He’d told his son the bare minimum in an attempt to avoid hard questions about her, so why would he dream of her?
“Nightmare,” she says, her voice like the wind disturbing the leaves. “My son, it has been too long.”
Nightmare takes a stuttering step backwards.
She reaches towards him. “Moonlight, what is wrong? Why do you flee?”
“No...” Nightmare whispers. “You can’t be here wh-what are you doing here?”
“What would a mother not do for her child?” She smiles warmly. “What lengths would a mother not go?”
“B-but you’re gone, you can’t be here-“
“There's a bond that exists between mother and child,” she explains, “ah, but then again...” her eyes turn cruel. “How would you know?”
Tears fill Nightmare’s eyes as he watches his mother erupt into purple flames.
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