The Winter King walked quietly across the landscape. He had grown used to the ways of Somnium. Others, he knew, saw different things. Ignis, for example, when he visited, often found a place that could only be described as Hellish. But someone else had drawn him here today. Acere felt a different energy nearby. An energy that felt...familiar. Chaos. So much chaos...though not quite as much as Ignis' energy. So he knew it was not his nephew.
Snow littered the ground beneath his feet, but no trails were to be found. He nearly blended in with the snowy white landscape, and even the trees themselves seemed almost stark white against the snow. It was almost as if the area was void of color...but what was the reason for that? Perhaps none. Somnium was the world of dreams. Of the dead. Of nightmares. He existed now in an entirely different space. And it seemed that those that ended up here either permanently or temporarily, also existed to an extent. Just like the figure he saw now. "Bellamy..." He breathed. He had not seen her in what felt like ages. Though in truth, he did not know how much time had passed. He had stopped aging. His damaged eye was now whole again. Every wound and ailment he ever had, was gone. Though he allowed the scars to remain.
He approached her, though he could tell something wasn't quite right. Even on this plane, she looked...different. Something had...happened...or maybe it just seemed that way because he hadn't seen her in so long. But he wasn't oblivious. He had gotten quite good at reading others in life. "Bellamy...it has been a long time, my friend..."
Knight
