This was her world, her realm, where she was the overseer of all. Only she could allow entrance into this land where they bent the rules of reality and made the impossible become possible. Here she was grown, a princess of the sand and blood, decorated in her father's colours and glory. Atop her head stands a crown, it is made of pure sand. Hawke, somewhere he is her. She makes her way through the bleak world her brother had created, choosing to materialise within it first and manipulate it later. The moonlight weaved through her hair, tousling it gently. Only in this plane was she able to be so graceful, elegant and vulnerable. Smiling she paused in her search and looked up at the sky, studying the moon. It needed more. Immediately stars of every shape and colour dotted up the sky, their light shining down upon the princess, her laughter was light being carried away by the wind.

A cry sounded in the distance, followed by the earth rumbling, shaking underneath her pale hooves. "Hawke." A whispered summon, closing her eyes she visualised where her brother was, soaring through the sky, within her mind she saw him slowly begin to crumble away into the wind. The breeze was gentle with her brother, brining him to her side allowing him to rematerialise at her side. Smiling at his change in appearance she moved forward and (should he not move) embraced her brother. "Here." The stars she built up in the sky began to fall, gently, loving onto her brother's back, decorating him head to hoover in beautifully crafted armour. It shone like that stars had, perfect for her most deserving brother. For herself a single wolf's pelt grew up from the grass that tickled their ankles, before vanishing into thin air and then appearing upon her back. Once it was their it began crackling with fire, it would protect her from the heat, and the armour would protect her knight from the swords within the dragon's mouth.

It would be a long journey to the dragon, he was waiting for them in the distance, but even from this distance she could hear it's cries. "Come brother. Let us be heroes." So she set off building their world as she went, a crumbling ruin of rocks that had once been a shrine to the dragon crumbles away, sand gently blowing from the top of it, in the sky the moon turned blood red, colouring everything in differing shades of the colour. Aelin, Hawke and Hades remained their natural colour, protected by the fire dancing along her spine.

As they moves the forest began to grow around them, the trees starting out as a twig of a single blade of grass began to twist and dance as they grew. Everything intertwined, becoming thick, ugly misshapen shapes, the odd branch snagging onto her coat. Yet she could not fail to add beauty to this world, a bright patched of flowers that fought against the moon's grasp and stood out as a bright yellow. A bird somewhere far off sang a beautiful melody, it's tune perfect despite the sad tale the song told. Despite the fact that she could create an entire world, not everything was crisp, odd bits blurred without detail, the soft reminder that this was just a dream and she could not truly hurt herself or her brother. It was a comforting thought, her desire was to have fun, not harm anyone. "What are your dreams like when I don't visit you? How do you see the world then?"