Ch 3 Asking for Help
Dorian walked slowly through the corridor, thinking so hard he didn't notice the boy ahead of him until he ran into him, jarred, his books slipped from his hands and papers fluttered to the ground. "Oh" he exclaimed. "I'm sorry" he noticed the other boy was wearing the grey uniform of a Heraldic trainee. He felt a moment of relief at that, if it had been one of the other blues or even bardic, he might have had some trouble, but he had noticed that the grey's weren't as touchy.
He knelt and started grabbing his papers, he could sort them later. To his surprise the other boy put his books down and started to help him pick up the mess. "That's alright" he said looking at Dorian. "You must be new here".
"How can you tell" he asked.
"You look a little young to have been here long" the other boy said.
Dorian flushed and the other boy laughed "Don't worry about it, we all have to start sometime".
"My names Gareth" he said handing Dorian a book.
"Thanks, mine's Dorian" he looked again at the other boy, he was older, maybe 15 or 16, His blond hair looked a little wild as if he had just come in on a windy day and his brown eyes looked at Dorian kindly. He had an idea. "Can I ask you something".
Gareth said "Sure".
"Are Herald's the only ones who have gifts" he asked hoping the answer was yes.
"No, I don't think so" he said rocking back on his heels. "After all, Healer's have a gift, and Bards do too. Why do you ask".
Dorian hesitated then said "I've been having dreams, ones where I'm someone else or at least in their head".
"You look to be the right age for a gift to emerge" Gareth said thoughtfully. He looked at Dorian "What makes you think it's more than a dream".
"The things in the dreams have happened, at the same time I had the dream" he said so softly Gareth had to lean forward to hear.
"Not before" Gareth asked him.
He shook his head "No, not before".
"Then it's probably not foresight, if it is a gift" Gareth said thinking. "How do you know your dreams happen the same time these other events happened".
"I've had three dreams, each the same time of the month, they are much the same except the women are all different, though, they do look alike, somehow familiar, but the man, the one I'm dreaming of is always the same" Dorian said, shaking a little as he remembered more of the dreams.
Gareth had a bad feeling about this, "What is he doing with the women in these dreams" he asked watching Dorian's face.
"He's killing them".
"You need to come with me" Gareth said picking up his books and holding a hand out to Dorian.
Dorian grabbed his own books and took his hand and let the other help him up. "But I have another class I have to go to" he protested.
Gareth shook his head "This is important, your teacher will understand".
