It has been twenty seven days since Kian Dhani fell ill, as the Caun has been telling his people. Twenty Seven days since we locked him in a cell, for lack of better terms. Twenty Seven days since he showed any sign of life outside of his rolling eyes and shallow breathing. Someone from our Circle has been to see him each of the twenty seven days but none had any success, any sign that he was improving. None until today.

He opened his eyes while I was visiting him today. No one had seen what lay below his darkened eye lids. We just knew that they were moving constantly. I looked him in the eyes, the shining black orbs, and saw images, visions. I knelt before him for hours, watching the images that played before me before his eyes rolled back and were suddenly white.

I was in some sort of space ship following the Damien Frost. He was gliding barely above the ground, his jacket moving around him. I am here for a dragon, came a cold, loud voice. People around him looked up, many gasped, some screamed. Tell me where, he growled loudly in my mind. Someone responded, directing it towards rooms where he could wait until it was time.

I was pulled out of the weird world, far above even Zaireac, back to in front of Kian. His eyes were closed again and he was screaming. Screaming so loudly I cried out in pain and covered my ears. I scrambled away from him, his face pale as the Father, the skin tightening over his bones on his face and his hands, down his neck, across his chest. I tried to pull the heavy door open but I couldn’t, I tried to use my magic to open it but nothing worked. I held my hands over my ears as the screaming only got louder.

It was almost three hours before anyone could get the door open, before he stopped screaming, when he fell to the ground shaking, writhing. I ran from the room. I ran from the building. All I could hear while I ran was his screaming and a voice that was saying You’re next.