<div align="center">(http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c286/Annoyingarchmage/eden.jpg)<br/><br/>The idle pattern of mice and men no longer applied to the femme fatale, the mistress of dreams carving her own way through time and history, leaving her mark on each. Her power ranged vastly, her abilities to pull herself through dimensions and time warps incomparable to even the best of magicians. She was a courtesan, an artist of her craft, an master crafter if you will; what exactly /was/ this lady?<br/><br/>Teller of stories, illusionist of the mind and geisha of nightmares; The <em>Dreamweaver</em> herself.<br/><br/>Eden was one of few that had not been born to the earth, but had been created – She was the work of a god, created out of boredom and sent to patronize the mortals and immortals alike that spanned over the vast worlds. Pale of skin and dark of hair, Eden was given her name because of her ability to become whatever she wished within dreams, she could create whatever she wanted. She was truly unique in her abilities to craft personal heavens in the minds of mortals, just as she was equally unique at crafting personal hells.<br/><br/>She had wandered through the worlds, looking for a worthy opponent to manipulate, to toy with like a puppet; she so did love messing with the minds of the unsuspecting. Her search had brought her to Thomas’ era, the Dreamweaver posing as a lady of the court. She was by no means noticeable, having blended into the background as she sat in on their little tete-a-tete, golden sherry gaze flicking from one to another as she sought out a target.<br/><br/>There were few worthy candidates, most of them already corrupted; mind, body and soul – What she sought was someone pure of spirit, someone worth breaking in. The Prince was too spoiled of a brat, greed fueling his movements within the kingdom – Nor did Eden wish to take a peasant, seeing as though her façade left her as a grand Lady, and no Lady would associate with a mongrel.<br/><br/>There were oh so few to choose from, most being past the primes of their lives, others too young and some just too repulsive for Eden to even consider. Predatory gaze flitted briefly over the paladins assembled, taking stock as though they were studs for breeding – Though it was a very different kind of breeding she had in mind, a breeding of dreams and nightmares.<br/><br/>Thomas had been the knight she’d chosen, a protégé of Dana’s laws, a holy warrior. Thin smile had curved her lips as she vanished, leaving the court in order to return to her place of creation, leaving to plan her nightly assault upon the paladin named Thomas.<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>It had taken long hours before Thomas had gotten home, his mind falling into the lull that was sleep. It was unfortunate for him that Eden was there, waiting like a predator, pouncing upon his nightly visiting-nightmares. She disassembled them, leading Thomas into a place of serene beauty, a jungle setting with the sun low in the sky and a waterfall as the backdrop. The dream was complete with sounds, smells and feeling, Eden holding Thomas to this dream, lulling his body into an even deeper sleep as to not disturb her presence within his mind.<br/><br/>Once she sunk in her claws, she held on tight.</div>