An Early Departure
Burning Bridges
This morning, with the completion of the Unity of Dreams, I am bound to my circle more tightly than ever before. I have seen their dreams, their visions, and their plans. I have walked with them in their sleep through the fires that drive them. As I draw closer to them, I grow farther from myself; my own dreams lie in chaos and ruins. My stupid plans.
For the week before... that night... I dreamed constantly of a bridge. As the road we are building approaches Nexus, I constantly envisioned the bridge I would build over the Gray River. I think it would have been beautiful, a thing of grace that would have lasted for eons to come. I can still remember pieces of it. A monumental statue of the Emissary shaking hands with Storm of Amber carved from pure white marble, a hundred feet tall, that would have crowned the arch. The repeating motifs that told the story of usurpation and rebirth, the Second Age. The... no, the details are fading now.
This is not the only plan that is slipping from my grasp either. The plans for the new airship fleet. The next generation of folding servants, small enough to be worn as a bracelet. The floating hospitals, capable of following any army into battle and drifting way from danger. All of these visions have turned into paper cutouts in my mind, all spiraling into the fire that refuses to die until a single tear of ice melts.
But the fire is too weak now. If I am to do what I think I must do then I must face the darkness that eats the heart of creation. I must defy fear, fate, evil, betrayal, lies, darkness, cruelty, and death itself. Only the power of the Sun might suffice; I must make its power mine.
From the journals of Rivers Between Us, twilight caste sorcerer