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This is it, I'm FINALLY going to do something about my procrastinating! Oh boy.... Ummmm... I'm going to write a story about my fan-maren. ^__^;

I'll give you what you need to know for now:
This story is about after JoD and so you may be wondering what happens to NiGHTS.... in my version this time.>__> Well I must say he's/she's alive but I'm not going tell you HOW he got back because that will be a spoiler. I guess I'm going to name the kids Azalea and Javiar for now... but really, the main, main characters are going to be Azalea and Monochrome, my mime-like maren. I'll describe him/her for you from head to toe (the best I can. Bear with me here) Note: you don't have to read these details if you want to think what he might look like otherwise.

Name:Monochrome
Age: centuries old
Gem type: none yet, but he wants the type for intelligence
Side: neither
Lives in: Myopia (name will probably be changed)
Colors: black, white and gray ( Heh, he's a mime after all. )

His head is perfectly round, for he has no horns, but has a black beret uniformed right on top his head (sharp as pin!) His hair looks like it was painted on his head so it looks like a short, cropped hairstyle with a large curl in the middle of his forehead. His eyes have like a 50's look, only with an egyption, manga look to them. His mouth is the same as NiGHTS. He kind of wears an abstract suit so... anyways he wears something like a turtleneck with folded, sweater-like sleeves, but the thing is is that his overalls make a cresent moon on his chest and his straps don't even connect to his overalls, so the straps just wrap around his shoulders. The back of his suit melts into a point. He wears gloves like a mime should, but his fingers are longer and more slender and teeny bit more alien-like than NiGHTS'. His body-shape is like NiGHTS', only not really as thin, but stretched a tad more, so you could say that Monochrome is taller than NiGHTS. He has those buttons near his waist also like NiGHTS and some other buttons near the bottom of his pant-legs (on each side). His overalls are bell-bottom shaped, naturally, but the rest of his overalls are skin tight. Since a mime needs stripes, his overalls are thickly striped black and gray. Last, but not least, his shoes would probably remind you of big tennis-shoes, without any detail on them, besides three black, cresent shapes located on three different spots on each.

well... I'll write more later! ( uhhg, my eyes! )

I dunno, I guess I'm gonna start and get to the point (I think I'll describe Azalea and Javier later... and monochrome's powers... Yeeeeeaah -__-' )

OK, let's start ^^

5 years have passed since the defeat of Wizeman and the disappearance of NiGHTS. Yet, for the better of Nightopia, everything has been a lot more peaceful, for the pieces of Nightmaren have a leader no longer, so they never tried to steal Ideya since. Yet still, so long have other cities waited to be awakened and finally to be inhabited. This long forgotten city has never been inhabited by the good or evil. Only time will tell , yet time is running short- not just for discovery, but what is to become of all the dream dimension- twisted and realistic. Clockwork sets in motion now.
CH1: The Daze of Black and White
"My, am I going to be busy again! I can't believe it's school already." Azalea Corral, age 15, is now in 11th grade, about to study harder than ever! She is a very organized young lady and quite busy for hours at a time. She is studying to become a Journalist for she knows she's got great ease for that kind of work. She only has one cat and one plant to worry about, so she has a lot of free time to work and study. "I'm so glad that the school isn't too far away to walk to this time." for she moved closer in Bellbridge. She went to a first-class type of high-school so she had to wear a school uniform. "Boy, it gets cold pretty quickly," she replies to the cold air in the morning. "I better get my scarf." Autumn was right around the corner. "I'm off to school now, see ya later Mum!" Azalea calls.
"Okay sweetie, take care of yourself and make sure you don't forget anything on your first day of 11th grade," replies her mom.
"I won't!"
***
"Boy, what a day!" Azalea sighs with relief as she takes a rest on a public bench. Already she had a lot of homework. She lifts up her head as she notices the sound of people walking by and the autumn leaves blowing across the surface of the smooth concrete. "What a beautiful afternoon," she says to herself. The gracefulness of the leaves soothed her mind for a break and meditation. She could almost feel her dreams dancing along with her. Fresh cold breathing in and out of her body. It almost set her into a blissful trance until she remembered, "Oh, that's right, maybe I should get home now. It is the first day of school after all and I don't want to worry Mum 'n Dad." She gathered her things off the bench and hurried home.
***
The homework was much but fortunately for Azalea, it was easy... for now. Studying to become a Journalist was not going to be easy, especially later through the year. But while she was studying, she thought to herself, "It's been a while since I've written poetry. I wonder if or when there will be a class for poetry pretty soon." Azalea hasn't written any poetry since she was 12. She started liking it at the age of 9. "Maybe I shouldn't worry about it." she thought,"It's just poetry after all."
Azalea got ready for bed at 8:00. She disciplines herself as much as possible in this respect like her parents to their work. She sets her alarm clock to 7:00 A.M. "Well, goodnight Shiek." She sighs to her cat. Her cat didn't say anything in return but instead, gave her a peaceful look of content. "This... is going to be... a very... long year....," were the last words that she thought to herself before she dozed off into whatever popped into her head first.
***
"Whoa, what a gray sky," Azalea thought to herself. She knew it was around autumn so this didn't really surprise her. Despite the sky being cloudy gray, she felt like taking a walk down the long path of autumn colored trees. All she could hear was the wind and the crackling of leaves with every step she took. "It's quite nice out today." she said satisfyingly. She started to run down the long path of trees with a quick sound of a crackle from every step she made. She started to slow down a bit in wonder... there was nobody here... no sounds of life. "why am I in a hurry?" she wondered, "there's nothing here..." While she was wondering about this, the cold wind was starting to get harsher, and louder. "Huh?" she replied. The sound of wind was overlaid with with the sound of thunder from a distance. "Oh my!" she scarcely whispered in reply when she turned her head to see a large, ominous storm cloud heading to the long path she was on. Before she knew it, everything around her was disappearing by means of a fog, everything except the trees closest to her and even then, their color washed out into a dark gray. She was bewildered and confused. "No..." she sorrowfully whispered. She wanted to run but where was there to run to? It started to rain, drop by drop, then heavily! The wind started to whistle harsher and harsher. She wondered sharply, this way and that way, her head turned front-ways and back-ways. Everything was the same, dark and dreary. "No!" Azalea started to cry until she saw her gloves. Their color was being washed out! She looked at her coat, scarf, and uniform. Everything was being washed out by the rain! "This is a dream!...," Azalea realized. The puddles from the rain still reflected her in color! "this is a dream!" she exclaimed in amazement. But instead of wanting to wake up, she looked up into the dark sky. She lifted her hand into the darkness. "put your pain into check o' rain!" were the words she commanded to the ominous storm. "Storm, warm the ice in your coldest sorrow!" Her strong faith in its disappearance succeeded! The storm cloud slowly receded along with its rain. Then, to symbolize her victory, half the sky turned into a golden colored evening, setting everything aglow with its radiant light. Her eyes were one in awe with the amber colored sky. The land was much more beautiful than before... but the wind carried an eerie presence again. Her green eyes adjusted to the dark, golden horizon. The horrendous, eerie wind gave away of what it was. What storm, let alone a young girl, could back an upcoming tornado!? Despite this being a dream, she knew there was something wrong here. This time, everything so real. Yet, she did NOT have time to think about this. She gasped at the eerie, gray rope coming toward her. Azalea was so frightened that she just stared at its upcoming doom. There had to be way out of this, she thought desperately looking around everywhere to see if there was at least something to save her. Her mind started to spin as much as the tornado slowly edging its way toward the seemingly helpless and hopeless child. But when her eyes skid the ground, there she remembered! The puddles-the reflection! Her eyes studying the strange, yet pure pool of water rushed through her mind with the most impossible and implausible theories of what it could do or mean to her. The reflection of the golden sky ensured her with a hopeful feeling. Standing right in front of her was the door to escape this enigma. Her choice was dreadfully running out of time for the tornado was so close, you could see its ripping existence apart at the grass, the trees, and the leaves. She had to do it! She had to go through, and leave this corrupted, beautiful land behind. Again, she had to believe in herself, to go through the puddle! She fell to her knees and quickly placed her hands into the reflection. "HURRY!" she screamed. Her screaming echoed while her existence sank and surfaced through another atmosphere.
"Wha, whe, where am I?" she stuttered. "What is this!?" Right after she asked, her eyes quickly adjusted to a strange place. She was placed between two large lights, one the color of blue and the other red. She gasped at the surprise of the bright lights that were placed before her in two opposite directions "Wha... what is this?" asked again, only with a whisper. And yet then, in her subconcious mind, she realized what this was. It was a choice, a choice between two places awaited her. Floating between them, she looked at one, then the other. After meditating for a short while, she noticed the blue light more often in her thoughts. Her eyes were fixed to the blue light. "Its color is so soothing," she reasoned. She glanced at the red light for one last time as she floated towards the blissful blue light she tend to like so much. And in a flash of light, she was yet again sinking and surfacing into another world. Slowly but surly, she was pulled into gravitation.
Azalea landed just about on her hands and knees to catch her fall. She was trying to calm down on what just happened to her, until she noticed the floor she was facing. The intricately designed black and white tile made her roll the opposite direction to the sky. Nothing could prepare her for the strangest sight of animate buildings and towers! "What in the world...," she excitedly whispered as she staggered to get on her feet while eyeing the bright white sky and all its colorless glory. She was breathless, just breathless at all the insanely tall exotic and nerotic sky-scrapers that would even put Japan in its place. All she did in that point was walk and gawk at the giants surrounding her. When she finally started to feel a little dizzy by staring upwards and already feeling dizzy by the strange black and white patterns, her eyes tried to take in the bottom portion. Again, she noticed the beautiful, clean detailed tiled floor more than the many pathways and alley-ways that jutted out before her. Just staring at the floor was visual overload. While meditating on the huge, never-ending detail of pattern, she finally realized that her heart was racing out her chest. The weirdest feeling though was the fact that your heart is beating, yet you hear no sound whatsoever. "Um, hello?" she squeaked nervously, having the implausable thought that someone would answer her. Though she wanted to complement on so many things, it was as if sound was taboo in this place. And there she stood, in a clearing of awesome tile she felt unfit to step on, lost alone, standing out as the only life-force. With all these thoughts flowing through her mind just like a river, more thoughts rushed through overflowing that stream. Who created these things? Who or what keeps this place so pristine to the touch? Who in the world would be eccentric enough to put in so much detail in every little thing here!? Her heart raced faster with so much to think about. But weither she could hear her heart-beat or not, it still existed, and that's the reason why she finally started to see ripples of sound distorting the floor. Azalea was very beside herself. If no one was here, who would know and what would be the point? Her ripples went into all directions, as if they needed to find somebody, seeping through all the paths and alley-ways for a thorough search. This confused her all the more (as if the patterns weren't already). Will somebody find her, in this huge metropolis? "Am I not the only one here?" she finally questioned out loud while she started to search around for herself. It took her a while to finally notice an irregular wave coming through her own. "What?" she replied surprised. This wave was not matching hers at all. She finally put it together. She gasped in awe at the thought, that somebody else might actually be here! These pulses have now revealed their purposes. Though she didn't even know a fraction about this place, she knew where to go, so as long as she followed where the pulse was coming from. She didn't feel lost or alone anymore. Azalea now felt obligated and determind to find this person....or thing. Out of all the numerous paths that jutted out before her, she only took one, one after another. She didn't care how to get back. So as long as she finds him, or her... or it... For now, it didn't seem to matter to her. But who in this world could she expect? She just wanted to find someone.
She carefully focused on where the ripples were coming from non-stop. No matter where it was heading, she'd go. She journied through black and white streets, thick and thin, between countless towers and buildings, different shapes and sizes, always surounding her. No matter where it went, she'd go. Running to and fro', even her steps made pulses. Sarting to feel dizzy at times, she had to stop and think, and after resting her overloaded mind for a while, she'd dash off again. Giving up was never about to cross her mind. Azalea also went through large clearings similar to the one she landed on before, and yet other places were dark alley-ways that didn't seem to get much light. The stairs along with some of them reminded her of professional woodcuts she'd seen-from M.C. Escher maybe? She kept on running and following, winding in and out of the sun in the seemingly neverending, colorless labrynth, with her hope always rising along the way, for the ripples were condensing. After a while though, it felt like repitition was eating away at time. It felt like her search and all these bizarre buildings would never seem to end. She felt so light headed and weary. "Will these buildings ever end?" Azalea sighed. Yet right there in front of her seemed to look like vines growing in black and white curls and swirls. It looked like she finally got her wish! There seemed to be less buildings from before. Her focusing felt renewed from relief. She could feel the waves so close now "I'm almost ther," she excitedly sighed to herself.She ran into the collage of vine-overthrown buildings that were starting to dissipate along the way. The place sarted to look pretty wild. "What is this place?" she asked, "A jungle, a garden maybe?" Things couldn't possibly get any weirder and more beautiful and more detailed in appearence. But still, the brush was getting thicker and Azalea HAD to keep going. She felt so close, it was unreal! She was now oblivious to all the brush around her. Her heart was racing with ever-so-much hope and expectation. Pushing aside anything and everything blocking her way, she finally came to a complete pause.
Nothing could've prepared her for such an eye-full. There she froze, aweing the most beautiful gazebo no one on earth could even try to think about. The gazebo was so huge, also in splendor, that it reminded her of a palace! She slowely inched her speechless soul to the middle of the enchanting piece. (It was so beautiful, it reminded her of color!) Her eyes scanned her way down to eye-level and finally noticed the garden surrounding her and this awesome building. So consumed was her mind that she forgot her chase. But this, was about to change. She now turned her head... and saw the strangest thing of all... and remembered.
Time stood still, and felt like everything else was erased, besides the figure that stood before from a distance. There was nothing else, that existed between the stare. At first, she did not dare to move. Now she felt like she trespassed in the garden of Eden! All she could do was stare at the overexagerated body-shape of a steadfast silhoutte, standing in the middle of a lake like an unposing statue. The pulses have finally met.
She mustered up the courage to walk toward the being, only with slow, silent steps. All she could feel now was her breathing. Her heart felt like it stopped along with time. All she could do was walk and gawk. At a slow, sickly pace, the object got bigger. Then, along with her, the silhoutte sarted moving. Time never felt so ill. Though no matter how close she got, the sun blocked off the detail, no matter how close... there she stood, so close, only a few feet away. The tall object, just standing there! Azalea couldn't take this anymore. She reached out her hand-suddenly time was flowing by an upcoming screech of sound. Avulsed from the atmosphere...she was awake. (That dang alarm-clock! >:( ) (*still working on her dream-please be patient )