[00] Another dive into the mind.
He felt the sun's warmth upon his skin, though an icy breeze blew across the land. His eyes slowly opened to view this fragrant field of daffodils, their golden blossoms swaying in an almost sassy manner. As they brushed against each other, every flower, the sound produced sounded very much like haughty feminine laughter. The dreamer felt fond of this sound, fond of this scent of daffodils, and reached down to pick one. Maybe if he snapped a few of the stems something fun would happen. Something did!
"I could just eat you up! Thank you, thank you, thank you! ♥" Said a voice that he felt he knew somehow. But from what?
He only grinned and extended a hand. A great burst of ice magic erupted from his hands, and the entire field was lost in the aster and frost. Preserved like this, the field was prettier, dying but aglitter, pleasant and cool. Unable to help himself, he threw his head back and laughed, turning his back to the flowers and disappearing.
He materialized not in the comfort of dusty stone walls, surrounded by the snarls of monsters, but in another field. His heart thundered, racing in his chest as he stood in a new field, a more interesting field, and he fell to his knees. The moon was full, casting silvery light over a field surrounded by tall, untouched mountains. The wind was warm and gentle, ruffling his clothing, and the great white lilies swayed invitingly. He breathed deep of their aroma, stinging the back of his throat, but ignored the warning as he intoxicated himself with the familiar smell. He reached out, feeling his face flush, and caressed one of the white blossoms. He wanted to remain here forever...
The sound of boots crushing plant life began behind him. Before he could turn and greet this mysterious person, they dropped to their knees behind him and wound their arms loosely around his neck. His body went slack and he sighed in bliss. Mine, he thought as he slowly drowned in the scent of lilies. The silence was broken when the mountain range all around him shattered, falling to silver shards. A mirror.
An army of men dressed in red began to invade from the darkness beyond the lily field, blades raised as they gave a war cry in unison. Easing the arms off of his neck, he stood with a wild grin. The sound of beating wings began overhead, accompanied by a loud roar that stopped the army in their tracks. He was surrounded... but he felt no fear.
"Not yours!" He laughed aloud, and he felt his body burning with building power, the grass beneath his feet beginning to crisp and burn, forming some kind of design...