The resolution to return to Midgar infused Tyren as he stepped out of Kalm. Nothing was going to stop him now – not Turks, not soldiers and most definitely not Raun. As he looked over the plains, they seemed to spin around. Slowly, ground and sky merged into one huge swirl, and faded away to black. He felt as if he was drowning, suffocating, and thrashed around wildly before being sucked into himself. The feeling slowed, then stopped completely, leaving him in nothingness. Looking down at himself, he saw that he was a small, scrawny figure he barely recognised, and cried out in alarm. A familiar voice echoed around him as an apparition took form in front of him.
"Fancy seeing you here, Tyren."
Tyren involuntarily stepped back at the recognition of the voice.
"Raun?! What are you doing here? Where am I? How'd you get here? WHY CAN'T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE?!"
The now solid figure laughed, malice in its voice.
"What are you going to do? Look at you, you weakling. This is the real you. Even more real than the 'you' that everyone, yourself included, sees."
"This isn't me! It's not! How can this 'true' me be so different to the me in the outside world? I can't exist as two different people at the same time! Just GO AWAY!"
He unsheathed his sword, and realised with horror that it was much heavier than he remembered. With great effort, he swung it at Raun, his whole body following the movement of the sword. Raun laughed as he calmly stepped backwards, the noise sending shivers coursing through Tyren's body.
"That you is merely an armour of sorts. But for now, you seem to be going in the right direction, so I'll return you to your world with your delusions. It's hardly fair for me to imprison a half-tame puppet like you in here, although I could easily defeat you. There has been no need to do so with the other one, and you are not as much of a threat as him. Until we meet again…"
Tyren blinked, and realised that the sun was almost down. He seemed to be walking through undulating grassland, with chocobo footprints scattered here and there. He wondered where he was, and how long he'd been walking. The fatigue sank in then, along with the hunger, and he paused his walk for a moment to rummage through his pack for some food. Throwing off the black cloak he'd apparently donned, he scanned the horizon, where he spotted a small farm. He fervently hoped the people there would let him stay for the night. At the very least, they could tell him where he was, and how much longer it was to Midgar. Sighing as he heaved his pack again, he continued to eat as he walked, and refused to give any thought to what had just happened.