"I can't believe we have a child now Frank...what should we call him?" Frank beamed with pride as he looked at his wife Elisia, they had just moved to Italy a few months ago and had a baby at five twenty one in the morning," well, I don't know what to call him... why don't we just call him imaginizione? You always wanted to call him that right?" Elisia gave Frank a hard look that suggested that he go soak his head, but quietly agreed when she realized he was right. "Fine then, well call him imaginizione, or Sogno. It means dream..."

Frank was of average build with a pasty complexion gained from working in the new winery they had built under the cozy cottage they had bought when they moved to the sparse countryside of Italy. Elisia was short thin and beautiful to behold. Elisia had only discovered that her family had extended family that lived in Italy, she didn't know about them and had only learned that they were actually part of the clan. But as they looked at their new baby boy Sogno, into his strangely glowing orange eyes, they new something was special about him, they just couldn't imagine what.

They had arrived at the Sogno Dinastia mansion they were already ready to leave from the sight of the grotesquely huge home, the design itself would have sent Leonardo Da Vinci and ten of the greatest minds themselves to asylum from trying to figure out how they had managed such a complex and extremely intricate design, but more from that, the mansion itself was said to have been built on an ancient grave yard and the materials used to build it were from various mausoleums and famous churches, the stain glass windows themselves had been made with the blood and sweat of those who had built it or had a part in its grand sign and sprawling heights.

"Well, we can't keep them waiting now can we dear?" Frank looked at Elisia and Sogno with a worried expression on his face. "No Frank, we can't, come along Sogno.... time to meet the other family."

The massive gates were made of the finest rose wood metal and had thorns sticking out every which way as if to challenge any to try and climb them. "What's wrong mommy? Are we going to meet our other family?" Elisia looked down at her orange eyed son, his every movements amazing her as well as his comprehension of the situation as his age. "Yes we are my little bambino. Frank? Is there anyway we could get them to notice were here?" as though Frank had an answer, the huge rosewood metal gates swung open, creaking and twisting into the wall, welcoming the beleaguered three into its arms with and odd sort of living openness. "I guess they noticed we were here hon. come on my little Sogno. "

Frank, Elisia and Sogno walked into the odd Sogno Dinastia mansion grounds as flowers sprung up and flourished with each step they took, although Frank was more or less out of his mind wondering how all this could be possibly happening, Elisia was amazed at the sheer size of the full moon that had, at the gates seemed like a marble in the sea of stars, was now roughly so close that she could almost touch it as it floated around the family and there orange eyed son.
They came up to the massive and intricately designed doors. The materials used to make the doors were a strange melding of water, fire wind and earth, Sogno liked this place immediately and wondered what surprises would be held inside.

"Ah... Frank, " a voice said from behind the strange doors as the fire crackled, the water rippled, the wind rustled and the earth formed rocks and sediment layers on the door. "We have been expecting you for quite some time when we learned of little Sogno and his...should we say, unique talents? Come! Come! There is much to discuss!" and with that the doors seemingly vanished into thin air and revealed a vast and wondrous entrance hall fill with its own unique in lay of furniture that seemed to be living.

Frank and his wife stood in awe of what they were seeing. "What have we..."? Frank quietly started, "gotten ourselves into?" his wife finished almost subconsciously, while there son, who at the beginning of the day was no more then an infant was now the size of a small three year old. "Mother, father? Shall we enter this magnificent building known by the namesake of dream dynasty? Or in Italian, Sogno Dinastia?" and with that, the orange eyed boy walked in as if he were seeing nothing new, for he knew well the origins of this house and none but him knew what laid inside.

Frank and his wife stood in awe of what they were seeing. "What have we..."? Frank quietly started, "gotten ourselves into?" his wife finished almost subconsciously, while there son, who at the beginning of the day was no more then an infant was now the size of a small three year old. "Mother, father? Shall we enter this magnificent building known by the namesake of dream dynasty? Or in Italian, Sogno Dinastia?" and with that, the orange eyed boy walked in as if he were seeing nothing new, for he knew well the origins of this house and none but him knew what laid inside.

Unlike the outside of the mansion, everything seemed normal for what normal was for the three at this very moment, while Sogno walked in, his mind was busy filling the interior of the mansion with grand painting of imaginary historical figures like incubo di terribile, the only bat brave enough to face open fire from the far side of the blue mountains. Frank and Elisia watched in awe at there sons work. "Did you know he could do that?" Frank asked quite perplexed at the paintings that seemed to watch his every move as if taunting his to come closer. "No....I thought he got that from your side of the family... I wonder if he was going to tell us?" Elisia stopped at a painting of her mother it was funny. Sogno had never met his grandmother and yet, her was an exact replica of her. Vectra Packardi Dinastia was of average heighth, a stern look about her, long blue silver hair that looked as if it were flowing into the background of the painting.
As Sogno's mind worked feverishly to create the impossibly complex mansion, and furnishings and rooms grew out of thin air like flowers in the spring, Frank was admiring a statue of the late rasputin le incubo, noted mostly for his wrath whenever he got a cold. Rasputin was a half breed, half monster and half human, his gorilla like hands ended in a short spike protruding from his palms, his third eye swiveled as if the statue were still alive, rasputin facial feature were of a disfigured monk, and a wide gash across his face prevented any from seeing beyond his horrifying demeanor. "Jeez Sogno, could you make him any more horrifying?" as if to answer his question, the statue jumped to life and stepped off the pedestal where it once stood. A low kingly roar bellowed from its inner workings as it stretched and walked off to its own destination where it would resume its post.

"Sogno...dear?" Sogno's features remained complacent as he continued to build the Sogno Dinastia mansion out of thin air. "Yes Mother? What is it you wish to know of me?" Elisia was taken aback by the subtleness of his voice, and noted and a hint of fear in it as well. " We received a letter sting that we had extended family at this very spot, and....well... to tell the truth dear, we haven't seen anyone outside of the statue, who I think has your father a little worse for wear." Sogno returned his gaze the ever-extending reaches of the mansion as a table tope grew out of the floor, glowing the same eerie orange as Sogno's eyes as it did so. " They, unlike the rest of the house are very much real, they should be arriving here any minute now."

Outside of the mansion seven cars pulled into the marble and gold driveway, their path lit only by their headlights and the huge full greenish moon overhead. The first of the seven was a 1957 blue rolls Royce with leather interior and extended body, the driver was a elderly man in his early eighties, dressed in the finest suites that his employers could buy, his warm black eyes darted from the mansion to the road that lead up to the rounded out drive way. "Are you quite certain, sir? What if the boy loses control?" behind the opaque glass a very young voice with a hint of remorse in his voice replied, calmly and complacently. "Yes Gerald, I am quite certain, I have the same abilities as he, and I am well insured that he could not have built this elaborate and most intriguing design if he did not have control over his ability." Gerald returned his gaze to the mansion ahead, only slightly reassured by his employer's words. "Very well then sir. We shall proceed as scheduled."

The second of the seven cars was a white dodge Chrysler with tinted red windows a rear spoiler and black spiral rims, it was the more distracting of the seven with its habit of backfiring on purpose even though it had regular tune ups. The driver of this car however was around the age of thirty-five, Asian and had died silver and yellow hair, boomerang shades and a slight hunch. "Well, looks like the kid was right after all Suez, the freak is coming out of his heels And how! Geez, would you look at the size of this place?". The view screen on the dash revealed an beautiful English woman in her twenties her eyes darting from one part of the mansion to the other in excitement as the suitcase to her left rattled with the instruments inside. "Yes! The time is almost upon us my dear reeve, do you know how long I have waited for this day?" "Not really, and I don't particularly want to know Suez. You know how much I hate it when you go off on one of your the-time-is-nearing rants. Give it a rest please?"

Suez rested her arms across her lap and continued to watch as the mansion unfolded itself even more, by now it had become a sprawling castle larger then the tajma hall and big enough to fir three third world countries in it. "Yes..." she thought to herself "I suppose your right for once reeve. But still, it isn't fun when you kill my joy like that." "Music?" "Sure, reeve, why not. Some Bach will calm me down. Drive on please."

The third car was not as spectacular to behold, as it was the loudest car there. Its monstrous seven hundred-horse power engine was louder then the biggest explosion, but tonight it was, surprising to its driver quiet as a kitten. Its unusual size was about that to a clown car, but was painted like a hot rod. It was a Volkswagen bug with a twenty inch lifted suspension and rear spoiler with a red trim. "Easy now girl.... I sure hope this is the place, or there's going to be one hell of a roast." he said as he took a swig of brandy he kept hidden in the dash. The screen behind the wheel lit up and a flaming skull looked back at its programmer with a kind of sadness that only a flaming skull could give. "Buzz... you've been drinking again haven't you? Here… I'll take over for a while, I checked in with Suez and she says to keep you in line. Why you bothered to date her ill never know..." "Whatever sled, I don't need another relationship advice column from a talking clown car. Just drive on. Jeez this place is killing my Buzz." and with that sled and Buzz were silent the rest of the way.

The fourth car held something special inside its hood. It had no driver and no passenger but was driving all the same, a black white red and blue Mercedes Benzes with double spinners in the front wheels that were slightly smaller then the back wheels. On the hood there was a black sword and a white scythe with the background being a spiral of red and blue. The windows had been smashed by choice of the car and the seats were cut and torn from the many misadventures it had in the lifetime of its creator, Min Opre the second. It had no engine but a dead body whose organs were still functioning were in its place, as it drove behind Buzz and sled, a low and scorched sounding duet of voices arose from the front seats. "He will save us..." "He will save us all..." "Or die trying..." "Yes of course..." "But when will he lose control...?" "That soon...?" "He will save us, for the power he has with in him is ungodly and so immense that he dare not use it fully..." "We will be watching over Sogno...." its headlights shone full of the visceral liquid that kept it alive and operational as Buzz looked behind him and saw what it was that was following him his face turned as white as a sheet.