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It seemed to Dom that he drifted in and out of consciousness for most of the night before the dream that had been nagging at him finally took hold. It was a dream like the one so many months ago, the dream where he had seen Kel. He searched for her frantically, but the vast room was without life, other than him. He wanted to sit and wait for her but the floor was too cold. The cold seeped through his night slippers and into the very bones of his legs sending shivers across his body. His voice called out into the darkness.
"Hello…" It echoed endlessly outward into the black nothing of the space. He tried again.
"Hello…" The same response as last time; his own voice calling back to him. The last dream had started the same as this one. That feeling that it wasn't really a dream though he knew he was dreaming, but this time it had taken on a vastly different progression. Dom had spent his entire adolescent life with people, with women, and ladies, and family…but never alone. After all who was he if there was no one there to laugh at his jokes and keep him company? He, to his knowledge, had never done anything worth while in his life. It was during this time of deep and distracting self dissection that the dream room shifted. When Dom looked up he was in an entirely different place. In front of him a scene played out.
It was a short and heartbreaking story. Kel sat at the table across from Kali, crying. Dom for all his years of loving her from the distance had never seen her cry. Yet, here she wept unabashedly.
"…He saw me in my dance outfit when I came home last night, he didn't recognize me. Like, suddenly because I was a girl, he couldn't tell that it was me, and now I'm going patrol with him." Kali's hand rubbed across Kel's shoulders soothingly, and Kel's face was covered by her hands but he could hear her sobs and they tore at him. He looked away for a moment, but when he looked back the space had shifted.
It was night and the forest was dark around him. In a break in the trees in front of him a figure stood hip deep in the river. Crying out to the Gods…
"I'm done. I want more from my life. I want to help people. That's why I became a knight. Not, so I could stay at the palace or worry about love. I want to be a stone."
Kel slammed her fists angrily into the water. He could see her clearly. By the light of the moon her bronze skin was alabaster and her short plain brown hair was streaked with gold and ruby, like the crown of an ancient warrior queen. The shadows of the night silhouetted the muscles of her body and the water caressed her skin like a lover.
"Why?" she screamed, but her voice was different this time, laced with defeat. He moved toward her, his hands grasping at air as he tried to comfort her, but the scene shifted.
Again he was in the forest. This time it was day, but he knew the people who played this scene and where he was as soon as the altering ceased. He was in Scanra again this time with the slavers.
"I won't kill you, bitch, but when I'm through with you no one will ever want you. You'll be a hideous freak." Dom's eyes were locked on Kel's as her head was shaved. He could see none of her pain reflected in those hazel pools only the knowledge of what was to come…and the fear that Trevon was right…that no one would want her.
The images faded and Dom was again left in the icy black nothing of the dream room.
This time when he called out his voice did not echo.
"Hello…" The stillness and silence rolled on…
Frustrated he called again.
"HELLO…" A voice called back angrily this time.
"Don't get your knickers in a bundle, boy, I'm busy God, I have much to do." From the black stepped a young woman with all black eyes and skin so white she was nearly see through. He clothes were of the purest white he had ever seen and floated about her like smoke.
"I've come to deliver a gift to you. From an old friend…one who wishes to see your heart mended." She held out a larger leather flask. Dom took it…confused.
"It contains the water of the sight. It will tell you what you want to know, it will show you what you want to see…but it comes with a price. If you over use it, It will suck the very life from you." She turned and faded back into the nothing, her ominous stipulation hanging in the air. He opened his mouth to call out again, but another voice stopped him.
"Please don't, My head hurts quiet enough from your yelling." Dom turned to see a pale half visible man standing behind him.
"Who are you?" Dom's voice was soft and respectful; he knew he was in the presence of a God.
"I am Ganiel, the Dream king." He moved closer, floating more then walking, and when he was a few feet away from Dom he stopped and motioned to the room around them.
"This is what they call vox humana, which means the human voice, in the old tongue. This room allows me to see everything that has happened in dreams and is happening. The things you saw…they are Keladry's dreams. She fears the road to come and she fears the things she has done. I brought you here so that for a moment you might share with her, be with her… if you will, but I see that you are not quite ready. You still fear for her, you must trust. The greatest gift that you can give her now is your unconditional support. When you are ready I will call you back…until then…guard her back." Ganiel faded into the mist as Dom's body shot into waking.
Neal towered over him, his eyes filled with concern. Dom grasped his cousin's shirt in his hands he panted out his question.
"Do you fear for Kel?"
Neal paused.
"This really isn't the ti…." Dom's deep menacing growl cut him off.
"No. I know that Kel will be okay. I trust her and I believe that if this is what she needs to do then she will do it. Why?" Neal's voice never wavered. Dom dropped Neal's shirt and looked away.
"How do I learn to trust her so completely?" His voice was lost and filled with hopelessness.
Neal sat down in a chair across the room and began to tell all of the stories he could think of that Dom hadn't heard about Kel.
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