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about it.  As such, it aroused her curiosity.  She wondered if she could convince him to elaborate.
    “Surely dreams do not scare a powerful wielder like yourself,” she stated.  “What harm can come from dreams?”
    “I said it was nothing,” he replied.  He then turned and looked at her with a cheerful smile.  “What else would you like to see me do?”
    Traven was intentionally changing the subject.  Despite the smile on his face, his eyes told a different story.  Something was troubling him.
    “I would like to see you tell me about these troubling dreams of yours,” she replied.
    The young man stared back at her for a few moments as if deciding whether to say anything about them or not.  He shook his head a few times as if dismissing certain thoughts but finally opened his mouth.
    “I’m not bothered by dreams,” he said.  “It’s my visions.  Sometimes wielders have what are called visions.  They’re like normal dreams but more realistic.  They sometimes tell the future.”
    “You can see the future?” Kalista exclaimed. That was interesting indeed.  She wondered why he had been so hesitant to talk about it.
    “It doesn’t really work like that,” Traven replied.  “The visions give hints at important things, sometimes things that will occur in the future, but they’re not always easy to understand.”
    “What’s so disturbing about that?” she asked with interest as she scooted closer to him.  It was fascinating to think that he dreamt of the future.
    “My visions often leave me unsettled,” he said.  “They are very realistic and often repetitive.”
    She waited for more, but that was all Traven offered.  He shifted on the stone bench and turned away from her as he began to intently study a bush.  It was apparent he would need coaxing to share more.  She reached over and put her hand on his shoulder.  He visibly flinched at her touch.  She gently pulled on his shoulder, and he turned and looked at her as she put her hand back in her lap.
    “You can talk to me about them,” she said encouragingly.  “Sometimes things are easier to bear if we talk about them.”
    A wry smile passed over Traven’s face.  He opened his mouth to say something but then quickly clamped it shut.  He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.  He then opened his mouth again and this time began talking.
    “It seems that my visions often have something to do with death.  Sometimes it is me being killed, and sometimes it is others.”
    “So you are worried you will die soon?” Kalista asked with concern.
    “No,” Traven replied with a thoughtful smile.  “I don’t think that’s what they mean.  Though, it is unnerving to die over and over again every night.”
    “Then you are worried for others?” she continued as she probed for the answer.  “Do you have visions of those you know dying?”
    “Not right now,” he answered.  “I just have a foreboding feeling that something bad is about to happen.”
    “Perhaps you are just imagining it,” she suggested.
    “No,” Traven replied as he shook his head.  “It is similar to the feelings I had when . . .” he trailed off and paused before continuing.  “It is similar to when I had visions of your death.”
    “What!” Kalista exclaimed as she sat straight up in shock.  “You had a vision that I’m going to die?”
    “Don’t worry,” Traven said in a calming voice.  “That threat has already passed.  It was my visions of you that caused me to leave Faldor’s Keep and journey to the battlefield.  I had reason to believe that your life was in danger.  It turned out I was right.  Luckily, I reached you just in time.”
    “You mean you came specifically to save me?” she asked.
    “Yes,” Traven replied as his face reddened slightly.
    A new flood of gratitude nearly overcame her.  He had not just happened to be in the right place at the right time in order to save her.  Traven had left his training at Faldor’s