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Sleep overcame the Master, it wasn’t long as she longed for it after the day she had but there was the starting of a dream. Perhaps a memory? The wind was sharp against her ears but the moon- wasn’t it the Hunter’s Moon? Large and encompassing in the sky, but it let her see through the gloom at the destruction alone as her body moved without her even controlling it. Oh no, it was one of those dreams again. She was in her servants place, the familiar sound of windbeats she knew all too well.
Avacyn. This was her past and the smell of fire reached her nose, the village below was ablaze as light beamed from the heavens! She couldn’t force herself to look however because Avacyn was descending, and at a descent similar to that of a hawk onto its prey. Screams were more audible on the descent, Lillith reeled from the sound of it as this was a horror film playing live before her eyes but the target of the boiling anger of Avacyn was directed at a boy who was fleeing from the scene.
That was until she witnessed the beam of light burn them alive, she felt herself flinch from the shock of witnessing it. The laugh that echoed in her ears was not her own. God it was a nightmare, she felt she was stuck in this reeling madness as again Avacyn took to the air as her angels destroyed the world below as her servant had other plans. Beams of light hailed down to destroy the peaceful village, the moon however whispered from the destruction. It was eerily soothing, leaving Lillith feeling a cold touch resonate deep in her spine. A fear of what’s to come.
The flight soon ended at what appeared to be a cathedral, Lillith knew what was coming. “Avacyn!” No avail and it’s not going to work Lillith, this is a dream. She pushed more intent and screamed at her servant, the woman was on a battle frenzy to destroy the men before her. Something about planeswalker’s ran through her mind, she gritted her teeth as she felt tears in her eyes. Frustration because this wasn’t her, growing scared as this wasn’t her servant. Her friend. Her voice was raised in fear, Avacyn was struck down into the floor as the man she was facing obviously knew and fought longer. She panicked, feeling Avacyn’s connection weaken and the dream connection becoming fuzzy as all she thought last was
“I am Avacyn. I am to protect.”
Once that hell was over, the magus woke up panting. Her knuckles white as she gripped the closest thing to her, out of instinct her gauntlets activated to unfortunately pierce her pillow. She was pale, fear was ice in her veins as for the first time in forever she was scared, hopelessly hoping it was a bad dream but the resonance of her servants once last words echoed in her mind as those were the words that made Avacyn…so grounded. So… ethereal that it made Lillith think heavenly bodies existed. Before long the magus was so struck by the onslaught of emotions she cried, her form shaking as she hugged into the torn pillow. God it’s going to be hard to get any sleep tonight.
“I’m sorry you had to see that...” Avacyn murmurs quietly. She was seated in a chair not far from where Lilith was laying. The Lancer reaches out and gently lays her hand on Lilith’s.
“I suppose, on the bright side, it saves me from having to explain as much as I might have had to, had you not had that dream.” she laughs slightly, somehow keeping a straight face with it. A moonsilver lining, not unlike the spear she carries with her.
“If it makes you feel any better, I won’t become the monster you saw in that nightmare. It’s true I can be summoned that way, but I am not she. She is the Purifier, I am the Balancer.”
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