Dreams are a weird thing. People have trouble understanding them, explaining them, remembering them. They often don't make sense on hindsight, yet when you're in a dream, you don't question it. You aren't even likely to realize you're in a dream.
For instance, she should have wondered why she was so good at what she was doing - she wasn't supposed to be so good with magic, she wasn't supposed to be as skilled as someone who'd done nothing but fight for the past years. She also should have wondered who it was she was fighting, why she felt such an important tie binding them and yet she knew for a fact she - or they - had to take him down, and now. Wait, they ? Ah, yes. She should definitely have wondered who this man was - the one that was relentlessly struggling by her side, and for some reason, she had to protect him by all means. For some reason, in her dream, she didn't hesitate to jump in front of him to take their opponent's final strike for him. For some reason, she felt extremely relieved and happy to see him rushing towards her, unharmed. For some reason, she felt panicked beyond reason when a piercing headache stroke and her limbs stopped responding. For some reason, there was nothing more horrifying to her than watching helplessly as her own magic pierced through his body. For some reason, she felt all willpower leave her as he assured her he knew this wasn't her fault and begged her to get out of here before he hit the ground, lifeless, as she heard a sinister laugh and her mind went blank.
Then, there was darkness. Unconsciousness. Nothingness.
No memories, no feelings, no thoughts.
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