Novelas y relatos de The Empire Of Dreams

His eyelids felt heavy as everything went dark. The Emperor heard shouting but it seemed far away, like a dream. He was not even sure from which direction the sounds were coming. Multiple voices. He did not want to wake up. The lovely dream of his wife giving him a sweet, long-lasting kiss was too lovely. Devrim would stay in the dream world forever. But the voices persisted and the Emperor tried to move his hands to his ears to cover them. He met with resistance. It was as if sand was preventing his movement.

“Because you fired her?” He didn’t answer, but the faintest twitch of a smile betrayed him. I could almost see it, a small version of Dream, taking everything far too seriously, probably scaring adults with his silence. “What about now?” I asked quietly. “What about now?” “What do you dream of now?” He looked down at the glass in his hands, swirling the amber liquid slowly. “Dreams don’t mean much when you’re running an empire.” “Sounds lonely, and ironic, considering your name IS DREAM” I said before I could stop myself.

Without any dreams, good or bad ones. /

The twentieth wish was that she could bring war, the end of each race and with it, when the end of a race would be twenty years after its arrival in the dimension and planet it passes through. The twenty-first wishes everything she wrote would come true and the fights caused would bring the third and fourth world wars within twenty years of each other. The twenty-second wishes, the more people died and suffered, the more money she got, the more she got rich. The twenty-third wish, was that she would not declare income tax on what she received, would not be discovered and would not give satisfaction of her earnings and benefits. The twenty-fourth wish discovered that the imperial advisor plan

It wasn’t encrypted. It wasn’t even a number I recognized. No ID. No name. Just a single message. “There are two kinds of empires, Lorenzo—those built on power… and those built on lies. Look closer at your throne.” My heart slowed. A strange pressure bloomed behind my eyes. That was it. No threat. No name. No demand. Just a riddle. And an attachment. I tapped it open. A high-resolution image loaded slowly—grainy at first, then sharpened.

These races became famous for being barbaric creatures that dominated other planets, each of them tried to coexist unsuccessfully in the middle of the empire, in a struggle for survival and domination. - Until there is one left. – They said, in the midst of battles for domination. In the midst of this, a messiah appeared in this world, which they said could bring peace, killing other creatures, until those who wished to unite in a great army to subjugate other races along the way. In search of their destruction other smaller races allied themselves forming a new empire less that the few grew adding other creatures to their contingent in a great army.

Justice had created the vacuum. Now they would learn who had been waiting for it. The calm held. Too perfectly. And somewhere inside that stillness, something old was choosing whether to reveal itself. The empire had not fallen. It had gone quiet. Which, Lillian knew, was often how the real collapse began.

Every chapter had mattered. But none of them had defined me alone. Pierce found me there as the sun began to set. “You came here for the ending,” he said. “No,” I replied. “For the truth.” “And what is it?” I looked out across the water. “That the empire was never the company.” He nodded slowly. “What was it then?” I turned toward him, smiling gently. “The empire was the woman who refused to disappear.” We walked back home under a sky painted with the last colors of sunset.