Trapped in the Hellsea Bastille most thought that at long last the world would be safe from the threat Erebus represented. And yet... For Erebus it all begun during one of the few moments he could rest, a somber opportunity to spare and restore some of his strength, after all life in Hellsea Bastille was a constant struggle, even for him. Criminals who saw an opportunity to rise in reputation were plenty, and as a result even Erebus frequently had to deal with the encroaching threat of assassinations.
But during this moment, he was safe, or at least as safe as he could be in a place like this. His current 'accommodation' came in the form of a large cell, an isolation chamber maybe? Who was it again that put him there? Was it one of the secret manipulators of the game he was trapped by? Or perhaps the fact that to avoid some conflict they had put him away from the other inmates.
Then again, did it truly matter who gave him this gift? Thinking too much on it would just distract him from his rest. Yet it was this moment of solitude that also brought him an opportunity.
"Erebus..." A voice whispered, a soft feminine voice, clearly out of place in a prison like this. Should the man have tried to open his eyes he would see the isolation cell was still empty. A trick of the mind perhaps? Or...
"No, you shouldn't look to the outside, gaze within... deeper~ yes much deeper..."
As if a spell had been cast upon the mercenary a feeling of drowsiness would overcome him, just enough to make him close his eyes again. It was at that moment it happened: The prison seemed to dissolve around him, turning into a sea of grass that stretched as far as his eyes could see.
It was there, upon a small hill a lone table stood, a parasol stood over the small table, shielding them from the sunlight that had become almost a foreign experience for him, in front of him was a cup, filled with some sort of tea and a collection of pastries at display, while at the other side 'she' was seated.
A young woman was gently sipping from her tea, her eyes gazing calmly at the mercenary. "There we go~ It's been a while since I formed a dreamscape like this." A soft hum was followed by the woman as she continued. "It is a pleasure to meet you 'Erebus', or perhaps the phrase: It is lovely to see you again. Might be more appropriate.