Gwenn

After crying my eyes out, I laid my head on Sorens legs and slept while he kept watch. I was exhausted both physically and mentally.

I wish that my dreams would take note of that fact but they didn’t, instead, all they did was to come up with a weird plain.

The scene which took place in my dreams was modelled after the one that I saw when I was in my weird trance state, the ceremony and ritual for my ascension as a commander of the Northshore legion.

The grassy plains, bathed with a golden light with no sun present, the grasses and scanty trees this time around...