In ancient times before the Dream City fell there dreamt a Dreamwright by the name of Feloutous. Surprisingly, he was not as tricky as his other Fatesender friends... His reputation wasn't the best, considering he did not live up to the standards his elder Fatesenders had set for him. He was shy, kind and overall a big push over. It was this that drove him to prove himself. He studied day in and day out to come up with an Art...that would hopefully grant him acceptance among his peers.  One day he was practicing his theories in a field and a friend of his snuck up on him. Feloutous felt every hair on his body stand on end and without thinking pointed his Lucidity pool at the friend. As he watched, his friend began galloping helplessly among the blades of grass, shouting swears at Feloutous. Afterwards he learned he was able to use his fears to defeat his fears. He gained control of his Dreams and taught those worthy of his discovery.