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magedragonfireA scattering of flashing images, seemingly connected, but she couldn't really tell. A feeling of foreboding, of anger, of wanting to hurt that one in the tall black cloak... She had no idea who he was, but she could tell - felt it - that he had wronged her somehow.
A flash of light, almost like a spear... Or sword?
"NO!"
"I'll get him!"
"He's too fast!"
"...Murderer..."
The world turned to red - blood? - and then black, nothingness, worse than even between. She was falling... Where were her wings? Her other half? Who could save her, how could she escape?
"...Mine?"
With a gasp, Luka awoke. She looked around wildly for a moment, the blackness of the dream disappating before her eyes, a small residue of pain tingling through her torso. Things were so fuzzy.... Was the dream not over?
A sudden movement caught her eye as a helpful, white pair of wings pushed her glasses back onto her nose. The world fell back into focus, and she blinked down for a moment at the tiny white firelizard. "...Boro, thank you..." she sighed, falling back into the chair in which she had fallen asleep.
"Are you alright, Mine? You looked like you were having a nightmare, twitching, and your thoughts were all jumbled..." Choth's worried voice broadcasted to her, as his large brown snout poked at her side, eyes whirling orange in alarm.
Luka shook her head. "A nightmare... I guess that could explain it," she said, closing her eyes. The images flashed before her mind again, and she shuddered involuntarily. "Something's happened, I think, but I don't know what."
"Do you need to go see a Healer?" the dragon asked, his mind-voice quite worried. Boro fluttered forwards, chirruping anxiously, nuzzling against her shoulder.
The girl-mechanic managed a smile, and shook her head, smoothing back her brown hair a little. "I'll be fine, I think... Thank you for waking me." She gave Boro a little pat on the head, and looked down at the table at which she had fallen asleep - her wrench was still attached to a bolt of her latest project, a metallic creature that would hopefully come to life someday. She frowned a little, biting her lip a tad. There was a feeling of loss, like something close to her had been extinguished, but she couldn't begin to figure out why. "...I think I'm gonna go for a walk up on the sea-cliffs to clear my head, guys. I'll be back in a bit." She rose from the chair, gently putting Boro down on the desk, and walked out of her weyr, taking her largest wrench with her on a sudden impulse.
Choth watched her go, confusion and a little bit of alarm still evident in his whirling eyes, but shrugged draconishly, retreating to his stone couch and curling his brown tail about his large body.
Her arms folded and frowning, Luka contemplated the strange dream as she traversed the gravel path up to the cliffs. The Weyr was settling down for the day, the sun beginning to dip closer and closer towards the horizon, shining off of the waves of the Southern ocean. Amidst the fire of the setting sun and wispy clouds, Luka could think - but the harder she tried to think about what the nightmare meant, the more the answer eluded her. "Really quite strange..." she said thoughtfully, cresting the stretch of the path onto the point, overlooking the ocean. "Something's missing. But what?" She shook her head, the sunlight glinting off her glasses. The voices she had heard in the dream weren't like any of her friends, no one that she knew of. There was no logical way to explain what she was feeling - and, unfortunately, she couldn't really think any way but logically.
Sitting down on the point, she stared out at the sea and the fires in the sky, lying her wrench across her lap - and then blinked. A sudden impulse overtook her, and she scooted forwards on her knees, laying the giant tool beside her as she set to work.
Later on that night, long after Luka had returned to the cozyness of her room and the company of her dragon and flits, the moon and stars shone brightly down on the point, starlight glinting off of a new monument that stood there. As the wind whispered around the edges of the giant wrench, standing tall, almost like a headstone, the voices of a long-past conversation seemed to echo through the night.
"What's up?"
"I just remembered! We never DID recover your Dad's treasure!"
"You're right, we forgot all about it! ...But I think it's okay. My father wouldn't want me to stop helping my friends just to recover whatever he buried."
"But... But..."
"Oh, don't worry about me, hero. I want to help you guys defeat Galgarion first."
The waves rolled on, sea spray vaulting up the cliff and lightly running down the head of the wrench, almost like the furrows of tears shed millions of worlds away.
A flash of light, almost like a spear... Or sword?
"NO!"
"I'll get him!"
"He's too fast!"
"...Murderer..."
The world turned to red - blood? - and then black, nothingness, worse than even between. She was falling... Where were her wings? Her other half? Who could save her, how could she escape?
"...Mine?"
With a gasp, Luka awoke. She looked around wildly for a moment, the blackness of the dream disappating before her eyes, a small residue of pain tingling through her torso. Things were so fuzzy.... Was the dream not over?
A sudden movement caught her eye as a helpful, white pair of wings pushed her glasses back onto her nose. The world fell back into focus, and she blinked down for a moment at the tiny white firelizard. "...Boro, thank you..." she sighed, falling back into the chair in which she had fallen asleep.
"Are you alright, Mine? You looked like you were having a nightmare, twitching, and your thoughts were all jumbled..." Choth's worried voice broadcasted to her, as his large brown snout poked at her side, eyes whirling orange in alarm.
Luka shook her head. "A nightmare... I guess that could explain it," she said, closing her eyes. The images flashed before her mind again, and she shuddered involuntarily. "Something's happened, I think, but I don't know what."
"Do you need to go see a Healer?" the dragon asked, his mind-voice quite worried. Boro fluttered forwards, chirruping anxiously, nuzzling against her shoulder.
The girl-mechanic managed a smile, and shook her head, smoothing back her brown hair a little. "I'll be fine, I think... Thank you for waking me." She gave Boro a little pat on the head, and looked down at the table at which she had fallen asleep - her wrench was still attached to a bolt of her latest project, a metallic creature that would hopefully come to life someday. She frowned a little, biting her lip a tad. There was a feeling of loss, like something close to her had been extinguished, but she couldn't begin to figure out why. "...I think I'm gonna go for a walk up on the sea-cliffs to clear my head, guys. I'll be back in a bit." She rose from the chair, gently putting Boro down on the desk, and walked out of her weyr, taking her largest wrench with her on a sudden impulse.
Choth watched her go, confusion and a little bit of alarm still evident in his whirling eyes, but shrugged draconishly, retreating to his stone couch and curling his brown tail about his large body.
Her arms folded and frowning, Luka contemplated the strange dream as she traversed the gravel path up to the cliffs. The Weyr was settling down for the day, the sun beginning to dip closer and closer towards the horizon, shining off of the waves of the Southern ocean. Amidst the fire of the setting sun and wispy clouds, Luka could think - but the harder she tried to think about what the nightmare meant, the more the answer eluded her. "Really quite strange..." she said thoughtfully, cresting the stretch of the path onto the point, overlooking the ocean. "Something's missing. But what?" She shook her head, the sunlight glinting off her glasses. The voices she had heard in the dream weren't like any of her friends, no one that she knew of. There was no logical way to explain what she was feeling - and, unfortunately, she couldn't really think any way but logically.
Sitting down on the point, she stared out at the sea and the fires in the sky, lying her wrench across her lap - and then blinked. A sudden impulse overtook her, and she scooted forwards on her knees, laying the giant tool beside her as she set to work.
Later on that night, long after Luka had returned to the cozyness of her room and the company of her dragon and flits, the moon and stars shone brightly down on the point, starlight glinting off of a new monument that stood there. As the wind whispered around the edges of the giant wrench, standing tall, almost like a headstone, the voices of a long-past conversation seemed to echo through the night.
"What's up?"
"I just remembered! We never DID recover your Dad's treasure!"
"You're right, we forgot all about it! ...But I think it's okay. My father wouldn't want me to stop helping my friends just to recover whatever he buried."
"But... But..."
"Oh, don't worry about me, hero. I want to help you guys defeat Galgarion first."
The waves rolled on, sea spray vaulting up the cliff and lightly running down the head of the wrench, almost like the furrows of tears shed millions of worlds away.
