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Nature Abhors a Vacuum

“I... was on a battlefield, watching great iron monsters attacking Aielund soldiers at
the Battle of Fort Highmarch,” Aiden breathed, his memory distant and difficult to
fathom. “But I have dreamt of that over and over for years, and never before has this
happened.” He looked at the dragon, its expression cryptic and its eye locked upon him,
but no answer was forthcoming.
“I recall Sayana saying something to me, something about it not being a dream,”
Aiden mused aloud, his memories slowly clearing. “In the vision, she screamed when you
looked at her. Why? She had done nothing to you -”. He was cut off by the dragon's
voice, and was startled by the dragon‟s reaction.
They are not your dreams, Aiden. They are mine, it informed him, its voice betraying
powerful emotions within. She was not invited.
“If they're your dreams, how is it that I see them every few nights? What is going
on?”
I sleep infrequently, as my duty makes great demands of me, the dragon explained,
but every few days, I walk in my memories of that last battle and wonder with regret
whether or not I made the right choices. You would have had the defenders drop their
weapons and run? This was a poor choice – there was no retreat from the battle. I doubt
there was any way to avoid the outcome you witnessed.
“If there is no way to win, why do I see this horrible fight over and over in my
dreams?” Aiden asked, imploring the dragon for an answer.
You dream of it because you were there, Aiden. We are connected.
“How?” Aiden asked simply, for no other words came to mind. The dragon shifted
its weight slightly, and brought forth one of its great claws, clenched tight around an
object. Aiden took an involuntary step backwards, but the claw stopped before it reached
him. It slowly opened, and within its palm was a glass orb, ridiculously small for the
dragon to be holding, but about the right size for a human.
You recognise this, the dragon stated, observing Aiden's reaction. It is the result of
unequalled artifice, beyond the talents of even my own kind. They came in pairs, and
allowed for communication across any distance, even across time.
“The glass sphere,” Aiden breathed, realising the orb he held in that cave years ago
was the partner to the sphere being shown before him now. He unconsciously reached for
the shard hanging around his neck, but to his surprise, it wasn't there.
Your possessions remain with your body, the dragon remarked, confusing Aiden
more than he already was.
“But I'm standing right here,” he insisted, patting himself just to be sure.
You are seeing what I want you to see, the dragon explained. Your real body is not
here unfortunately, as it was too damaged to hold your mind any longer. Aiden thought
about that for a moment, and then came to a s hocking realisation.
“Do you mean that I'm dead?” he stated dumbly.
After a fashion, yes. An unfortunate accident separated you from your body. You
were wise to keep the shard of the scrying device with you, Aiden, for it was through that
I was able to witness your demise and retrieve your energy from the Aether.
“You've been watching me?” Aiden inquired.
Infrequently for the past few weeks, I assure you. Prolonged interplanar observation
would cause severe side effects.
“Such as?”
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