Marc, dreamed last night?”
“Yeah, I—” he began, then realized he had not told anyone
about the dream yet. “Wait, how did you know?”
“Sesuadra told me just before I came over to wake you.”
“Oh.” Marc nodded, it made sense, Sesuadra had been in the
dream after all. He decided to voice the thought aloud, he turned to Sesuadra.
“Then that means you really were there last night Sesuadra, in the dream, I
mean.”
The boy nodded a silent ‘yes,’ in response.
“That also must mean that the other guy in my dream, that
must’ve all been happening, for real.”
One of Zildjin’s eyebrows rose, “There was someone else,
besides Ses, in your dream?”
“Yeah, there was.”
***
Marc proceeded to tell them
everything that happened in the dream. Of the silvery world, of Sesuadra’s
presence there, of the sudden mist, and of the young man covered in blood.
“And then there was a bright light and I was torn back to
the silvery place and that was when Sesuadra saw me and spoke my name, then I
awoke.”
Sesuadra confirmed the story with a silent nod of his head.
“Incredible.” Zildjin awed.
Soren had listened in and spoke up, “I do not believe much
in dreams but even I am bright enough to know there is powerful magic in
the air indeed when two walk the same dream and after awakening both remember
well enough to tell the tale.”
“Are you familiar with Runestones?” Sesuadra asked.
To hear the boy’s voice, and the strange question caught
Marc off guard.
He paused, thinking for a moment.
“Nope,” Marc finally replied.
Sesuadra shook his head dismissively.
Marc wondered what he meant, but this whole new world held
so many things he did not understand, that he decided he could do with one less
thing to worry about learning just then and did not inquire further.
Someone coming up the road caught everyone’s attention and
thoughts of the conversation were lost.
“The road will be getting busier now,” Soren noted to no one
in particular, “This close to the capitol.”
A large fancy wagon appeared in the distance behind them. It
was pulled by four of the creatures called balkars, followed by several smaller
carts. There were also several figures riding atop strange two-legged creatures
on each side of the wagons.
As the wagon train behind them drew closer, a single rider
broke off from the group and rode forward to their cart.
A figure dressed in dark green and purple velvet robes and a
gold colored cloak approached. The animal he rode looked like a hybrid between
a two-legged dinosaur with small arms ending in paws with three claws, almost
like a velociraptor, with long fur on its inverted knees, elbows and tail and a
head like an oversized falcon with lion ears. Its hide was a deep rich maroon,
almost black, with jagged patches of teal all the way down to the tip of the
tail, its fur was a dark crimson and its underbelly was a pale tan, almost like
parchment. It was odd to see something so strange as a mount.
The rider had a long pole attached to his back and on the
pole was a banner. The banner was green, purple and gold in color as well and
the symbol on the banner was the black silhouette of a bolt of lightning
striking a dead tree. He rode up fairly quickly and announced in a loud voice, “Pull
aside, wagon, pull aside! Make way, for the illustrious, the legendary,” he
paused for effect, “Lanvar, Relic Hunter extraordinaire!”
Soren steered his balkars off to the side of the road.
The man on the two legged creature thanked them and rode
back to his train.
“Did you see that?” Zildjin seemed like a little child in
his excitement, “The Reclaimer’s Crest!”
Sesuadra nodded.
“This cycle, The Gathering will be quite the spectacle with
Lanvar attending,” Soren noted.
“He missed the last few Gatherings,” Zildjin added, “that must mean he found something really worthwhile to showcase at the competition!
Lanvar! I cannot believe it! Reclaimer
“Yeah, I—” he began, then realized he had not told anyone
about the dream yet. “Wait, how did you know?”
“Sesuadra told me just before I came over to wake you.”
“Oh.” Marc nodded, it made sense, Sesuadra had been in the
dream after all. He decided to voice the thought aloud, he turned to Sesuadra.
“Then that means you really were there last night Sesuadra, in the dream, I
mean.”
The boy nodded a silent ‘yes,’ in response.
“That also must mean that the other guy in my dream, that
must’ve all been happening, for real.”
One of Zildjin’s eyebrows rose, “There was someone else,
besides Ses, in your dream?”
“Yeah, there was.”
***
Marc proceeded to tell them
everything that happened in the dream. Of the silvery world, of Sesuadra’s
presence there, of the sudden mist, and of the young man covered in blood.
“And then there was a bright light and I was torn back to
the silvery place and that was when Sesuadra saw me and spoke my name, then I
awoke.”
Sesuadra confirmed the story with a silent nod of his head.
“Incredible.” Zildjin awed.
Soren had listened in and spoke up, “I do not believe much
in dreams but even I am bright enough to know there is powerful magic in
the air indeed when two walk the same dream and after awakening both remember
well enough to tell the tale.”
“Are you familiar with Runestones?” Sesuadra asked.
To hear the boy’s voice, and the strange question caught
Marc off guard.
He paused, thinking for a moment.
“Nope,” Marc finally replied.
Sesuadra shook his head dismissively.
Marc wondered what he meant, but this whole new world held
so many things he did not understand, that he decided he could do with one less
thing to worry about learning just then and did not inquire further.
Someone coming up the road caught everyone’s attention and
thoughts of the conversation were lost.
“The road will be getting busier now,” Soren noted to no one
in particular, “This close to the capitol.”
A large fancy wagon appeared in the distance behind them. It
was pulled by four of the creatures called balkars, followed by several smaller
carts. There were also several figures riding atop strange two-legged creatures
on each side of the wagons.
As the wagon train behind them drew closer, a single rider
broke off from the group and rode forward to their cart.
A figure dressed in dark green and purple velvet robes and a
gold colored cloak approached. The animal he rode looked like a hybrid between
a two-legged dinosaur with small arms ending in paws with three claws, almost
like a velociraptor, with long fur on its inverted knees, elbows and tail and a
head like an oversized falcon with lion ears. Its hide was a deep rich maroon,
almost black, with jagged patches of teal all the way down to the tip of the
tail, its fur was a dark crimson and its underbelly was a pale tan, almost like
parchment. It was odd to see something so strange as a mount.
The rider had a long pole attached to his back and on the
pole was a banner. The banner was green, purple and gold in color as well and
the symbol on the banner was the black silhouette of a bolt of lightning
striking a dead tree. He rode up fairly quickly and announced in a loud voice, “Pull
aside, wagon, pull aside! Make way, for the illustrious, the legendary,” he
paused for effect, “Lanvar, Relic Hunter extraordinaire!”
Soren steered his balkars off to the side of the road.
The man on the two legged creature thanked them and rode
back to his train.
“Did you see that?” Zildjin seemed like a little child in
his excitement, “The Reclaimer’s Crest!”
Sesuadra nodded.
“This cycle, The Gathering will be quite the spectacle with
Lanvar attending,” Soren noted.
“He missed the last few Gatherings,” Zildjin added, “that must mean he found something really worthwhile to showcase at the competition!
Lanvar! I cannot believe it! Reclaimer
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