Chapter 1: Genesis of Nightmare (Rewritten)
Sunny stared into the night sky, smoke appearing with each breath he took. He was sitting on a bench within an empty park, holding onto a cup of coffee — real coffee that is!
Sunny had spent all his life savings on this cup of coffee, which would be quite ridiculous from the average individual’s perspective. Of course, Sunny was not the average individual, quite below average in fact. Living his entire life in poverty did not necessarily get him to the heights of an average person.
Sunny was currently thirteen — almost fourteen — had ghostly pale skin, along with black hair, a matching set of eyes that seemed to absorb light itself, and a skeletal figure caused by malnourishment. He was on the shorter side, barely reaching five feet in height.
It was currently a cold November night on the planet that was known as the origin the point of humanity. Earth was quite desolate, considering it used to sustain billions of people; there were few planets that could boast the same, as humanity was spread across the galaxy.
The main reason that Earth was abandoned, was due to the descent of the Nightmare Spell: a phenomena that infects individuals and turns them into either the powerful warriors known as Awakened, or the dreadful abominations known as Nightmare Creatures.
At the time of the Nightmare Spell’s arrival, all those tens of thousands of years ago, interstellar travel had just been conceived. The rapid spawning of Nightmare Creatures was entirely focused on Earth at the time, as their were no other civilization for them to assault. Humanity had rushed to board the ships under the belief that Earth was doomed, traveling across the stars in search of new homes.
Unfortunately, the Nightmare Spell chased down humanity no matter where they went.
Fortunately, the constant assault of Nightmare Creatures was proportional to population, so most other planets did not have an onslaught on the same scale as Earth once did.
Of course, Sunny did not have a formal education, and only had the scraps of information he had heard around the outskirts — an area bathed in poverty — to work with.
Sunny raised his hand to rub his eyes, as sleep was starting to call to him. He flinched after rubbing his left eye, the area around it being purple. A cut can be seen near his temple, although it wasn’t bleeding. His left ring finger was bending at an awkward angle, swollen an bruised.
Today had been an... eventful day for the boy, much more than his days would normally be.