6, O.c.t.o.b.e.r 2005
The bell chimed as I walked in. The man I met before still donned his raincoat but served beer as if in uniform. I rejected his offer.
"It's much harder to Phase in dreams, you know." My speech was slurred - I was already drunk.
The Rain Man nodded. "It's supposed to be. These realms are owned by higher forces. Come on, Prince. You shouldn't look so glum."
My frown dropped once more. "What is this place, exactly?"
"It's most commonly known as the Boulevard of Broken Dreams."
"Isn't that a song?"
He shook his head. "It wasn't at first. This place can be anything: a bar, a speakeasy, a saloon, a tavern... Anything that floats your boat, really. What's important is what you see - not what you find. An answer can be false, you know. How you obtained the answer - there lies the truth!" He was drying the mugs now. They weren't dirty in the first place. "I'm glad."
"About what?"
"You're mastering some of its powers. This way, you can complete your destiny."
"Why should I?" My frown turned into a line. A scowl starts hurting after a time. "You're not who I thought you were. Why should I stop the F.E.A.R.S.?"
He was at the door in a moment, without any movement. "Those you wish to repay also want this. They just don't believe in you humans enough to get their own scions. Plus, you are unique in your own right. You're human for now. That doesn't mean you can't be something greater. They chose you, after all."
With that, he left... A phantom...
Bless Me, Raven Queen.
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