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Character's Story:
Mareo was a strange little fellow, born into a race of Dream Elves, with the gift to live entirely within the subconcious minds of various people. Once he came of age, and was allowed free into the world of mankind's dreams, the rest of the Dream Travellers began to notice several irregularities cropping up in dreams he had passed through. Frequently, the dreamers would awake drained of energy, as if they'd never slept at all, with no memory of their dreams at all.

The eldest of the elders, an elf with a beard long enough to wrap around himself as a robe, could have told them the problem, had they bothered to ask. Unfortunately, they didn't, since he had invented his own language consisting of grunts, farts, and gurgles, and hadn't said a single real word since then. In fact, he spent several days trying to communicate the truth, until he was finally dropped into an Old Elf's home and subsequently forgotten.

The problem was, that, not unlike a vampire, Mareo had begun feasting on the substance of dreams as he passed through them. Unlike a vampire, Mareo did not dress in velvet and bitch about how he was damned to an immortality of lust and good looks. He was a little off his rocker, but not that misaligned. Having passed through a few of Mrs. Rice's dreams before, he could tell that she was.

Ok, so he wasn't much like a vampire. More like a junkie. Draining someone's dreams didn't hurt them, other than the frustration of a wasted night, but it didn't help Mareo either. He didn't need it to sustain himself, he just liked the feeling of a night of dreams flooding through him in a few seconds, rather than sifting through it slowly over the night. Mareo was a fan of instant gratification. We'll blame his youth. Growing up over the last forty years (dream time is a little different from our own), subjected to everyone's subconcious during developmental stages, would mess up just about anyone. If you don't believe that, take a good look out your window.

So that's how it went for a while. Mareo preying on dreamers, and his clan following him in his wake, until a pattern began to emerge. Mareo began to center in on romantic dreams. Those dreams can't be described in detail, in case innocent eyes should come across this, or worse yet, concerned parents. In dream worlds, it's much simpler: Eventually the kid has to learn everything, because the second it steps into a male's subconcious thoughts, desires, and dreams, it's going to be bombarded with them.

But we're straying from the story here, and that's a shame, because there's not much more to tell. Mareo was searching, as most young do, for love. Unfortunately, he was searching for freaky dream-vampire love, and not even the goths were going for it, mostly because they couldn't remember the dreams the next morning anyways.

They finally caught up to him in a young teenager's mind, and the intervention that followed played through the youth's head, scaring him off of drugs and alcohol for the rest of his life.

Eventually, they came to a conclusion: Mareo would spend penance locked away in a beautiful girl's mind, until he was ready to properly join their society. Everybody won: The elves, who didn't really want to punish one of their own, Mareo, who got his dream girl (sorry, there must be at least one cheesy pun in all of this), and the girl, who ended up with very happy dreams for a long time.

Comments: Alrighty, so this is a collab. Since I (Minette) can't write to save my life, I made Thoringil do it, and he decided to have some fun.

So the picture was drawn by me, but the happy little story was done by him. We are a team. Hurrah.

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