Nightmare Mythos Chapter 1: Memory Of The Past

"Children, what do you think Nightmares are?"

Once in a while, I couldn't but rember this question posed by my teacher.

It was the ti when I was still a child, oblivious about what was really happening. Although I couldn't rember his face, na, and almost everything about him, his soothing demanding voice was all I could recognize when he posed this question.

I tried to think hard about it when I had a chance to ponder but my efforts were futile.

Still, even if it was very vague, I can rember pieces of it.

It was probably because his words got stuck in my head ever since.

I rember raising my hand to answer.

"Teacher, isn't that what happens when you have bad dreams?"

The teacher standing in front of the board seems to subtly chuckle. For so reason, I felt him staring at for a brief mont before answering.

"Well, I guess outskirts people like us aren't suited to be shared with what's supposed to be general knowledge for everyone to know. You are still kids, yes. But even you people should learn what the known knowledge of what these Existences are,"

Faintly rembering how other children appeared disinterested in such topics, I realized how engrossed I was in the incoming discussion.

"Nightmares are manifested Entities that ca from sowhere I don't even know myself. The word 'Nightmare' itself was just invented as it fits right with the description of how harrowing these creatures are to humanity. These entities are otherworldly beings with unknown purposes in this world.

T-their… our first appearance happened a thousand years ago and only a century had to pass when humans discovered their existence,"

The teacher halted for a brief mont.

Squish—!

At the next second, I vaguely rember feeling a liquid splashing across the side of my face but I didn't mind it at all. The revolting sound of flesh being torn apart, the slurping sound of an entity perated like when drinking water through a straw, and the soothing voice of the teacher resud.

"Our existences corrupted humans in a way you children wouldn't even imagine. Nightmares grew that way. We feast on you lowly humans."

Splash—!

"But for so reason, humans found a way to fight back. It was funny how it took three more centuries to co up with a solution that didn't even guarantee the user's safety when exposed to such power. Well, humanity's greatest redeeming quality is their adaptability after all."

Splash—!

At this point in my mory, my vision beca clouded. The appearance of the teacher who I could only faintly rember beca more obscure, only their voice remained ringing all around the place.

"Yet you see kids, there's another way to fight back. It's not entirely a weakness but just a way to expose our identities if you fought one and didn't know their power,"

The voice paused.

"Our nas. Our True Na you guys wouldn't even know no matter what. Wait, there's another thing. If True Nas aren't working, our Nightmare Title was enough. However, I would prefer you use the forr since exposing the Title is too weak to produce a… well, a result,"

The revolting sound of splashing sounds of flesh vanished. The voice also disappeared as well but just as I was thinking everything turned back to normal, the sa eerie tone resud.

"Of course, talking about this wouldn't make a difference."

This ti, the voice was directly aid at .

"You're the last child left. It's a sha… I'm still hungry. I couldn't satiate this hunger even if I kept eating and eating… Sha… It's such a sha,"

I don't know what forced on that day but I knew I was foolishly engrossed in listening. The voice's words echoed and rang inside my head that my mouth was forced to move on its own uttering a single word.

"Hunger,"

Suddenly, the voice was no more. The obscure and hazy surroundings that made all alone in this tiny space also vanished into thin air.

In front of , the teacher was gone as well.

Another 'being' was standing in front with its appearance harrowing enough that it was the only thing I could picture clearly.

The creature's figure was severed with fangs protruding out from those open flesh. Its revolting head which only had its cranial socket was located on its abdon with its eye sockets elongating out a long, flesh-like snake as its two black eyes were staring at from above as they hovered through the air.

The creature's flesh-like hand holding tightly raised up and was just like any other manifestation of its power.

But what realize the dire situation was directly within the vision of my eyes.

A convoluted, huge mouth that stretched through the creature's neck halted on reaching out to and deep inside of it was another mouth, this ti, with the lips of a human.

The lips inside the convoluted mouth moved.

"Oh?"

The tone appeared to be fascinated.

"How co a re child—"

My nose tingled due to the foul stench hence I rely ignored the voice and weakly turned my head around.

Mangled bodies of children of varying sizes and ages were scattered around. The blood across the floor was new and being devoured by elongated flesh-like limbs with mouths at the end of it coming from the creature on my front. The moon's illumination that pierces through the windows heightened the terrifying image of carnage and despair.

The mory of the past that still haunts depicted a very clear picture that I couldn't shake off no matter what.

Soon, my eyes returned back to the front.

Fear struck .

'I'm going to die…'

My breathing beca ragged as my complexion turned for the worse. The Nightmare, Hunger, feel even more fascinated watching finally coming to a normal reaction as to how humans were supposed to react.

"Very hungry…!"

Hunger let out a low growl and tried to end my life on that very day before I got freed from my position.

Slash—!

The flesh-like hand grasping my frail body was cut in half, leaving falling and bumping my head to the ground.

Thud—!

Before even losing consciousness, my gaze fell on the group of people who entered the room and stopped the devil from finishing its last feast. Draped in all black, the group of people clashed with The Nightmare, Hunger.

I couldn't witness the start of the fight because the last thing I knew, I closed my eyes and lost consciousness.

…

"…"

Opening his eyes, a lone man finds himself staring at the ceiling wall of his room. The side of his eye was swollen due to the endless stream of tears that ca down from it. His arm placed just right above his eye returned to its rightful position on the side of his body as he remained quiet.

"It's the sa nightmare again…"

Wiping the tears on the side of his face, the man stood up from his bed to accept another day of the desolate world he lived in.

He went to the bathroom to wash himself. Once he was done, he got his school uniform into his wardrobe and attire himself before preparing so breakfast.

Bleakly looking at the cup of rice on his front and a shrimp using chopsticks, he finished his food.

With a polo as his inner and the black navy blue as an outer, his ironed black pants, and polished black shoes, the man looked at himself in the mirror.

Pale as ever, the man had a sharp face and features of an above-average individual. His deep, penetrating hazel eyes were devoid of emotion and emitted a silent nacing aura. His raven-black hair that complented his pale skin appeared to share his threatening mood.

Arranging himself, the lone man grabbed the na tag that had just been placed on the table in front of the mirror and put it right near his chest.

/Cesar Sparrow/

After seeing himself cleanly dressed, the man, Cesar Sparrow left his room to attend the important event for today.

It was finally ti to congratulate his seniors for graduating which also marked the day when the previous year would beco the next seniors.