Krant of the Hedurin -:- DreamHunters

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When you went down , I mean when you dreamt of that place beneath us inside that machine that lives behind reality. The old man looked into the fighters eyes as they reflected the moons from his homeworld on a vista of pink against a planet whos size meant that thousands of his kind could live behind a star whos very light would kill.

Krant understood what the old man meant but for the most part his dreams remaind innocent less contrived by determinism and war.

He knew he would join his father as a hunter , when he would find the children of men on other worlds and take away their dreams and replace them with certaintity of a future among the stars with the Hedurin - his race his tribe who lived as much between reality as within it. The Hedurin were a race of fighters and hunters of mens souls. For there was something more terrible than lost dreams more frightening than the fight you gave to protect them. The Congragar - beings so impossibly terrible in their grasp of humans and Hedur alike. They offered nothing in exchange for the nightmares they envoked. Reality shifters, they collected the collective fear from you and used it to claim worlds that they turned into hives for their insectoid bodys to grow and gestate across time and space. Some realities would have to remain lost. The Hedur called them deadspace. The Congra called them nectaris - meaning fruits of conquered minds.

Can Krant follow the teachings of his mentor and rescue all humanity from the final battle for his deep reality - his dream worlds and save his humans from the Congra. The hunt must begin..

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