Oh, Gossamers have an ability that the Wesen didn't. A rather passive, but dangerous ability.
Okay, more behind-the-scenes notes!
[spoiler]Originally, this chapter would feature a new character called Klownboy, who would resemble Clown Man, from Mega Man 8, in both appearance and powers. He would have essentially been a "neo-Rotiart", but thjs was back when Rotiart was still a two-note pony. There's also a couple more reasons as to why he's not included, as you'll find out in future books, sometime in Year 2 and 3, possibly Year 4 or 5, I think.[/spoiler]
New chapter.
CHAPTER THREE:
Unforgettable Dreams
Cloak was in his thread, ruminating on the events of the past year and beyond. And his mind kept coming back to the same thing. Rotiart's death. And hiw similar Rotiart's childhood was to his own.
Cloak remembered what it was like leaving his mother's house, leaving all he knew. She didn't prepare him for anything in the outside world, in the world outside their little bubble. Though she isolated him and he felt incredible loneliness. Cloak couldn't help but wonder if Rotiart wasn't the same when he lived at his father's house. He wondered if Rotiart . . . if he had nightmares about the place even after he had left.
Cloak did. And he still remembered them all too clearly.
The first one etched in his memory was that of a dark room. It was the main living area of the house, with the ceiling and roof being deceptively higher than one would expect, seeing it from the outside. This was a combination living room and dining room area, with the kitchen directly to the left. Cloak was very familiar with this kitchen as he had to do a bulk, if not all, of the cooking and dishes. Beyond the wall and directly to the ldft of the living room was basically just cluttered space that could have once been office space.
This large open room (which had the back wall separating from the floor due, what Cloak assumed, to rot) was dark, the only light coming from the front porch light, which streamed in and illuminated the lacquered wooden dining room table. Cloak was there, in silhouette, with a sense of utmost urgency.
He was trying to secure and grab his stuff, the material objects that he had to leave behind when he was kicked out this house. When he was, essentially, kicked out of this family. He was hurriedly trying to gather up everything, before his mother got there and walked down the sloped dirt road to the front door. The dream ended with that sense of urgency, but really no closure or resolution to it at all.
But that was merely the first of three dreams that he remembered due to this incident.
The second consisted of a deluge happening right outside his mother's house. There he stood with mother, Faith, and Shadow. His mother was dictating hoe they would go about saving themselves. The females would go to higher ground, but Cloak wasn't permitted to go with. He was to break up large, gray stones, not unlike the Strength boulders in Pokemon Black and White, while they went. With floodwaters arrival near imminent. Cloak, naturally, refused this command. His mother then told him that he was breaking her heart, and Cloak harshly retorting that she already broke his.
But the third one was, perhaps, the most simple, most desperate, and most primal one of the three.
It was just him and his mother. There was no discernable backgrounds at all. In it, Cloak was, quite literally, begging his mother to get help. Begging her to get help for her rampant narcissism. Begging and pleading her, only to systemstically and arrogantly dismissed with each plea. She needed help, but that the thing. You cannot
force some to get help for things like narcissism. They have to
want it, they have to
want to be rehabilitated. If they don't, which far more the norm than the alternative, then it would be just a waste of time and energy.
Yes, despite himself, despite the rage and frustration that he occasionally felt towards her, in the end, Cloak just felt sorry for her. She
had to have everything go her way, she just simply
had, and according to his aunt, Wheeza, she was like this even as a child. She severe control issues, which could have been the cause of her narcissism, and a manipulative personality. Yet she would never seek help for these things. She was far too proud to do it.
And no matter how you sliced it, Cloak was still her son. Nothing would or could change that.The fact his mother was a horrible woman like that . . . he first, when he was in Realm Walker equivalent of high school, denied it. Denied that anything was wrong. Then, later on, as things progressed, he felt hot anger at her, which eventually led him to wish for death to come to him, to free him from the prison thst she made from him. Now he just oscillated from sadness to acceptance, occasionally rising bsck to anger again.
And he wondered if Rotiart ever had these dreams like he did, or anaylzed his abusive parent, like Cloak was apt to do to excess, or if he simply felt sadden when he realized how unhappy they were.
[spoiler=More behind-the-scenes stuff.]Yes, these were actual, legitimate dreams I had. These were three of the most memorable ones.[/spoiler]
