King Cheval was the only one in his town with nothing exciting to talk about. Every one of his many subjects- every single peasant, artist and merchant- had been given a dream last night. But king cheval still had no idea what dreaming felt like. The goddess of dreams was the newest edition to the gods of Mt. Olympus, and the villagers were still talking about the exciting adventures and discoverys they had made last night, while fast asleep. Cheval thought he was being punished by the new goddess, Reverie.
Reverie was punishing Cheval. King Cheval did not take care of his kingdom; he only cared for the beautiful white mares in his fields. He had never done anything to help his kingdom prosper, but he planted grass and built new stables every time a horse looked remotely tired or hungry.
Soon cheval got very jealous of the villagers and their dreams. He avoided coming to tow, at all, and spent more and more time with his white mares, neglecting his people even more than usual.
“This is what they deserve,” he thought to himself. “Hiding all the marvelous secrets of dreams away from me. They can take care of themselves; I won’t help them at all.” The villagers hardly noticed their King’s resolution, because truthfully he didn’t do much in the first place.
King Cheval got even madder when he saw the kingdom functioning without his help. He sent a message to Reverie, threatening her that if she didn’t give him a dream he would send his horses to Mt. Olympus to hurt her. Since Reverie was immortal, the threat didn’t bother her too much and she gave it no more thought.
When Cheval was about to send the horses after her, he had an idea that would be better than hurting her. He asked the gods to train his horses in the art of dream giving. The gods, who always loved to see mortals trying to defeat an immortal, helped him. With the gods help, king Cheval also filled the horses with bad memories and feelings. He then sent them of to Reverie to give her a new, horrible version of dreams.
The moment a mare stepped into the room, Reverie woke up. She saw a black mare through her sleepy eyes. The beautiful white horse had turned black from their terrible intentions. When the horse saw that she was awake, they ran away faster than the wind, far into the depth of night. Fully awake now, Reverie went to punish Cheval. When Cheval saw her coming, he quickly told his mares to stay hidden the best they could, so he could always have a small revenge on Reverie. The horses, having been once touched by the gods, were able to become invisible. Because of this, the horses lived long after their master’s death (which happened alone in a musty cell of Reverie’s), quietly working against the Goddess of Dreams.
They still roam the earth, unseen but powerful. Many may try to look for them, but they only come out when no one is awake. Their coats- black as night- glimmer with evil as they too give exciting adventures to sleeping minds. But their dreams, unlike Reverie’s, never end happily and always leave the receiver shaking in fear.
It's an interesting idea... but SO has been done before. There are so many books and pieces about dreams. I didn't know that when I wrote this, so don't blame me for being naive/ignorant.
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