Tucked quietly against the rocks of the shore, the stranger dozed off with a fatigue that was foreign to him. He would find....would find....something...someone....he did not know. But, it would be tomorrow, whatever it was.
His dreams came easily and light, as sounds, images, and feelings poured over him.
He dreamt of a dark god called Viper, and a shining champion called Gooz. He drifted through years of heroism and tragedy. Eras of success and failure. He heard the static-pop of an electrical Shock, dancing to a groove that only he could hear. He saw a shape-shifting Vanguardian, and a mercenary from the future. He watched as rows of smiling female faces darted through his consciousness. Maria, Michelle, Megan......Malvana.....
He watched as a god of light bestowed a cloak of prophecy and wisdom upon the hero. He saw the timelines meet, sway, and fray, giving birth to sons and doppelgangers. The X. The W. Richard. Ritchie. The son becomes the father, and the father, the son....
His deeds well met with honor, his lives showcasing only the true heart of hero.
Gooz. The W. Richard. Shock. Sam. Priest.
These names would live forever in the blazing imaginations of those who dared to believe in such things.
And, when the stranger awoke.....the dreams faded....and the words became, once again, meaningless to him.
But, the emotion they carried.....that was forever....
