A/N: Sorry it took so long to update. The past week has been void of writing inspiration. Anyway school starts tomorrow and since I know I won't writing again until Friday, I figure, why not write tonight? So here I go...

Disclaimer: If you haven't figured it out yet... see the previous chapters...

Chapter 3: Feore's Story

"The whole story, from the top." Feore breathed to herself. " I guess it all started around six years ago. You see my people, we don't remember our dreams, ever. Save for the fewwho appear every hundred years. The Dreamers. When a Dreamer is discovered our government, The Council, takes them from their family and anything else that attaches them to normal life and keep them in the Council building. There they are studied and analyzed, it's not very pleasant, but no one questions it because it's all we've ever known." Feore took this brief pause to look at Riddick and what she saw wasn't comforting. He looked bored, she needed to skip the culture lesson and get to her story. "Anyway, six years ago I had the first dream I ever remembered. It was horrible, I think that's why I remembered it. When I woke up screaming and later told my mother why, she sold me out to the Council. They stormed into my house and stole me away, very traumatizing for a 19 year old. I had a dream about once a month from then on, and always there was at least one person in these dreams that was in my first dream. And then, about a year ago, I started dreaming every night, and always the same man was there. This confused the Council; what did the man in my dreams have to do with us, or with anything for that matter... who was he? The dreams started to fade, and pretty soon I would only have dreams every other month. Then, two months ago, we had to accomodate a large ship in our docking bay, which was a first for our small planet. Something had malfunctioned on it and needed repairing immediately, so they stopped on my little planet." Feore was about to continue when Riddick interupted her.

"That's a great story, really it is," sarcasm dripped off of every word he spoke, " but what does it have to do with us, with me?" He asked impatiently.

"Please, just let me tell this and everything, I hope, will be clear in the end. As clear as they can be anyway." Feore was getting nervous now. How could the telling of this story make things clear for him if it wasn't even clear for her? He didn't protest so she continued. "There was a mysterious passenger on this ship, one, it was said, that could float on air and disappear in the blink of an eye. That very night I dreamed again, the most vivid dream I'd ever had. Apparently it got the whole town talking, and the mysterious passenger heard of the dream in detail. She went to the Council building the next morning saying that if she were allowed to take me with her when they left, she would guarantee she could discern what my dreams meant for my people. They could hardly refuse, a Dreamer whose dreams meant nothing was a waste of government funding. So two weeks later I left with Aereon, if you hadn't already guessed, that is indeed who it was. She made me describe the man in full detail while someone else drew him, and made me basically relive every dream I'd ever had. After all that, she started to tell me about you, about what she knew of your past, about your plight against the Lord Marshal, and about what your current reign means to the universe. She told me all this because... you are the man in my dreams, the one who survived the Dark planet, the one who hid for five years, the one who kept what he killed." And with that, Feore finished her story, but somehow she could tell this information didn't help Riddick at all. Infact he looked more pissed off than when she began... she knew she was in for a long night.

But all of a sudden, a new expression crossed the Lord Marshal's face.

"Speak of the devil." He rumbled deep in his throat. Aereon had just decided to grace everyone with her prescence. Maybe grace isn't the right word for it. Riddick mused.

Things had just taken an interesting turn. Vaako was smiling again, if Dame Vaako were around she would have slapped him into telling her what he thought was so funny. But she wasn't around. The Lord Marshal had been smart and had banned her from the Necropolis for political meetings and discussions. The Lord Marshal has been very smart, Vaako reflected. Not three weeks after becoming Lord Marshal she had wanted to convince Vaako that he could keep what he killed, again; but he had known better. He was definitely not the man to bring Riddick down, and Vaako was yet to discover anyone who could. Vaako didn't even live with her anymore and he was happier for it. She hated him, but then again, the feeling was mutual. Things had been interesting enough when the girl had told how she had dreamt of Riddick for the past six years, dreamt of a man she'd never even heard of. But when she had told of the Elemental being involved, Vaako had known that the plot had thickened, maybe even further than the girl realized. Their was rivalry between Riddick and Aereon, a settling discomfort, that much was obvious. But Vaako could also tell that Riddick enjoyed her prescence to a point, enjoyed her cryptic messages, to a point. Vaako knew he would tire of her soon, but he would humor her for the time being, if not for his own entertainment then at least for Vaako's.

A/N: Thanks for reading. It came together surprisingly quickly, even though I've been mulling ideas through my brain for the past week. I hope you enjoyed, I know I enjoyed writing it. Please review.