All I see are the final moments of the members of my race. Death, pure… simple… natural …painful. Some died in peace others in a struggle, some accepted their fate other tried to fight it but all end the same way : dead. Why to this people morn over the bodies , and who are they ? Aren’t they still alive , why do they cry ? And why do they make all those rituals whit the bodies, voided of souls as they are ? Pain … Its almost all I can feel. Aldo the flashes of each death last only a few moments I feel their stories as if they happened to me in real time.
How long as it been now ? Hours ? Days ? Months ? All I keep seeing is death , and it doesn’t limit itself to the members of my race anymore. Sometimes I can see a bit of what happens to the souls after they leave their bodies. It confuses me how is it possible, but I welcome those moments for they are peaceful and painless .
There is someone in the back of all this , it took me some time to get to him but now I can see him perfectly. Somehow he look above death. No wait, he isn’t above it, but he understands it and uses it. I need to be like him, I need to understand all I have seen, all I have felt. I reach for him and our minds connect. I start absorbing his knowledge of “death magic”. How can death itself be used at all is something I cant truly understand. I don’t really care about all of this “death magic” knowledge, I what answers for death, I need to release myself from this pain. There it is finally, I can see it in a corner of his mind I just need to reach …
The link is broken and I am falling. But I am no longer in the dream.