I waken under a rough blanket, the warmth of a small campfire upon my face. The others sit in quiet discussion nearby, tending wounds and sharpening weapons.
The dreams of this slumber were not wholly welcome…
Vivid is the Goddess speaking of our small company, exhorting me to guide and teach, perhaps even redeem them. I do not know that I have the strength or wisdom to accomplish such a task, but the Dawnbringer’s will cannot be ignored.
Glancing about, I see Sophia sitting near Logan, passing a flask and deep in discussion. The scene brings recall of a vague but disturbing dream, intimate closeness with the dark-haired child, nose to nose, her blue eyes locked with my own as her slim body presses down…
I shake my head, purposefully turning to a memory of Jeanine and the children. The troublesome dream is clearly my desire to return to her, the girl’s hair and eyes no more than a reminder of what I have lost. The others believe I was trapped within the gemstone for more than a century, although it feels like mere weeks since I last saw my wife. The enormity is too much to contemplate, too much to accept all at once. When the reality sinks in, so shall the sadness.
Until then, perhaps guiding this small flock will be my purpose.
I roll away from the fire and close my eyes, praying that the Everlight spare me from more dreams this night.