Chapter 626: Eighth-level
I drifted through sleep like a leaf on a forest stream, slipping fluidly between visions, dreams, and quiet darkness. For months, my slumber had been troubled by glimpses of horrors and war, my dreams filled with terrible ’what-ifs’ of the past. Sleep had never been easy, and more often than not, I awoke in tears.
There was no such torment now, save for the occasional glimpse of a battle ahead in the coming days. Instead, I wandered through memories of Heartland’s forests and the many adventures I shared with the Glory Chasers: Sorrin and Tana’s wedding, Dyson’s winning smile, and even Rasce’s roundabout support. I spent what felt like days riding through Blue Canyon with Korra, practicing my smile, and reunited with Elise.
Once, I walked with Aurle beneath Westfall’s ancient, twisted boughs, holding hands, talking, and laughing. Her furry fox ears twitched every time she smiled, her face bright, eyes sparkling with joy.
Dreams like that were tinged with sorrow, as even in my subconscious, I knew they would never be. The world was hard and cruel, and some joys were gone forever.
There was no way of knowing just how long it went on, how many memories I walked, or which of the many experiences were real. But regardless of the vision, it was quiet and peaceful, far away from the world of war, pain, and blood that waited for me in the world of the waking.
Gradually, the cycle of dreams came to an end, losing color, shape, and vivacity until I was completely alone in the darkness of my soul space. The stars glimmered all around me, sparkling and bright. A faint voice called to me, growing louder until I could make out the sound of my name.
A warm, inviting presence reached out to me, but I hesitated, shrinking away from it. A few wisps of starlight curled around me like mist, reforming the beginnings of another memory. I caught a glimpse of Aurle before the invading presence intensified, scattering the dream. Her smile faded, leaving me heavy with disappointment. I glared in the direction of the presence, tail flicking in agitation.
"Xiviyah."
Fate’s voice was clear and distinct now, piercing my soulspace. My irritation at losing another chance to be with Aurle dissipated, and I sighed, stroking my tail until it stilled. It was a cruel thing to call me back to the world of pain and suffering, but...there was no other choice.
As much as I enjoyed spending time with Aurle and the friends in my past, those times were past, and they would never return. If I wished to honor those who’d gotten me this far, I could do so by living the life they gave me. I had to believe the best times were still ahead, not locked in the prison of the past, forever out of reach.
Fate called me again, and this time, I answered. Gentle light invaded the darkness, bathing me in warmth, and I relaxed as it bore me upward, like a bubble rising in honey. My senses returned gradually, and the haze of sleep left my mind.