We Were Dreamers Novels & Stories

Evie's POV: Meanwhile, I had landed in Fandola, and I headed straight to where my childhood friend, Tina Fielding, was. It had been years since we last met, and I was worried it would be an awkward reunion. However, Tina did not give me any room to feel awkward. She started chattering about all the interesting things that happened to her the moment she and I met. In the end, Tina asked, "What do you plan to do in Fandola, Evie?"

Greg added, “To Brentford. To Springfield. To every version of us that survived.” They clinked their cups. Below, the music thumped on. But above? It was just them. Under stars, under dreams, under the magic of an ending that felt more like a promise. Final Scene – Helena’s Journal, The Next Morning Dear Me, We did it. We became everything they said we couldn’t. We found joy, purpose, and people who never gave up. We danced. We flew. We sang. We changed. And now? Now we live.

There were no Belvarians and no Jorvikians, no masters and no slaves—just people, free to love and live. As we sat there, basking in the rare and beautiful simplicity of the evening, I couldn’t help but wish that this was how our world could always be. A world where freedom wasn’t a dream but a reality. Deep down, I hoped this vision wasn’t just a fleeting fantasy, but a dream we could one day make come true.

And that would always be enough. Forever and always. That was my truth. My certainty. My peace. And I’d hold onto it through whatever came next. Through whatever challenges the multiverse threw at us. Through whatever impossible things we’d have to face and overcome. We’d do it together. And we’d win. Because that’s what we did. That’s who we were. Survivors. Fighters. Dreamers. Builders. Family. And nothing could ever take that away. Nothing. Ever.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

"I know you probably hate and don't want to see me right now and it's quite understandable. I won't complain if you decide to ignore me the rest of your life but would you please not ignore me right now" That voice sounded familiar,it sounded like the one he wanted to hear all this time but he was scared, scared to turn only to found out that it was his imagination, a dream and he didn't want to wake up from it. "I just wanted to figure myself up . I wanted to know what I really wanted but seeing you here, right now and like this I know what I want" "Serena"

“You remember them.” Ama nodded slowly. “Who were they?” The answer came from the Keeper. Its voice was almost inaudible. The First Dreamers. Silence. The world seemed to stop. Orion's eyes widened. “Wait.” He looked toward the Sea. “Then who were you?” The Last Dreamer laughed bitterly. “We were the second.” The truth crashed through the bridge. The First Dreamer. The man they had called the beginning. Had never been the beginning at all.

Most of them I thought was a good dream because they sounded too good to my ears; "I've dreamed of us as mates too. How dumb were we to think we were not? We always looked into the negative side, never thought of the chances of us being mates and guess what? You are destined to be with me. And I am destined to be with you. So trust me, babe, you are going to get sick of me. Because the Moon Goddess has chosen us to be together. You are my soulmate. After waking up, ask me how I know." I wanted that dream to last forever.

"We will dream existence into being. Together." He smiled. "Together." The first dream I dreamed as the Dreamer was simple. I dreamed of Silvermoon. I dreamed of the wolves who lived there, the stories they wove, the lives they lived. I dreamed of Aria, weaving new tales. I dreamed of Sera, preserving the old ones. I dreamed of the pup, growing into a wolf who would carry the light. "I dreamed of you," I said to Kael. "I dreamed of you finding me."

Winners never Quit. So we just need to keep fighting for our dreams! No matter how difficult it seems! Just keep fighting! .... A/N : What do you think, guys? Take care....

[JAZ AMANDA] A lot has changed between Anika and me. We are likely strangers. I don't know if I will be the first to speak because the silence here in my room is crazy. I can't imagine how desperate my parents are for us to be really close, letting us sleep in one room, one bed, even though we're not married yet. What's the difference, anyway. We had slept twice, but those times they thought we were just friends or perhaps they already knew. I forgot they planned it all.