Walking through the rolling countryside of slumber beyond the fields of hope and joy, lay the land of fear and nightmare. I Morpheus have built my kingdom here away from the rotting gods and goddesses of old, who slumber with their eyes wide open, who look without seeing, who hear without listening. They gave me this land not realizing the power and the possibilities that can be achieved here. All creatures that slumber, natural or supernatural fall into my domain and it is here that I shape the future. Those that truly want to rule have always sought me out, asked my council, and granted me their secrets. I can make the most fearsome creature cringe in terror, and the meekest mouse a king.. . Zeus and the others are remembered and temples to their honor can still be found in various places. But the Lord of Dreams has no such adoration, no worshipers, alone amongst the cosmos he sits in his castle. Thus it was when the Winter Queen approached him. In her mad unique way, they were much alike. Both isolated never truly knowing friendship or lasting companionship. Thus the bargain was struck. The Lord of Dreams would lend his talents to the chosen of the Winter Court, he would aid them in molding reality to a more surreal dreamlike state. And in doing so, would free himself to be able to move about outside his realm.

Oh what dreams he will make.