Chapter Fifty

Darkness, Blood, gore, fire. Wazir's dream would have to be the most intense one he ever had in his whole life. His body felt like it was torched, his temperature above normal. He couldn't open his eyes, was finding it hard to breathe. The choking sounds he was hearing couldn't be him, as he couldn't even open his mouth to make a noise, but then again, he couldn't be sure what was real and what wasn't. What is causing this intense reaction? Why does he feel what he had never thought for a long while? Fear?

"Arise seer! A powerful voice boomed, somehow dragging him out from the dangerous space he was in. He opened his eyes and gasped loudly, like a drowned man who suddenly had a breath of air. He took deep breaths, hitting his chest as he tried to calm down. What was that dream? Why did he have it? He looked around, thinking to call for a maid who would attend to him. Instead, he found himself in another room, everything a mixture of colors both blindingly bright and Cringely