I don't know how much time has passed since I've been here, but it doesn't feel like I've been here that long. But I know better than that. In the dream world, where I now live, time is slower. A year can pass in the human world, but that would only be a few days here. What been only a few months here, was many years in the human world.
I made the decision to come to this world. I chose to leave everything behind in the human world; my life, my father, and my best friend, Brea. It was kind of a rash decision though. I had no clue that there was such a time difference, or that there was even any danger in this world. I found that out the hard way. When I entered this world, I was being hunted by Incubi. The Oneiroi, my men, protected me from them. After a fight with them, I was kidnapped by the king of the Incubi, Asmodeus. My men saved me, and we have lived happily in the dream world ever since.
I don't regret making the choice to leave the human world and live in the dream world. I miss my friends and family, but it is better this way. But yet I have this feeling that I'm going to have to fight to keep living in this dream, otherwise I'll lose everything.