Zhyan had been in fever dreams before, had felt the strange surge of energy going through him when his dreams turned to the ones he felt awake for. He could remember most of it the next day, the ones that were so important that they would never leave his retina. There was something painful about it too, when it caught him unaware. He tried to fight it, pull away from things he knew he didn’t want to see. But it won regardless, he would’ve never been able to win the fight.
His eyes closed, his mouth mumbling words that weren’t words that weren’t spells. His body at some times would jerk, as he fell from image to image, he was asleep, but his face was constantly changing. He wasn’t sure how long the dream lasted, it must’ve been a short time, for the dream was not long, but his muscles felt so tight he must’ve been straining them for almost half an hour.
When he finally jerked awake, someone was looking at him. He did not recognise her, but he knew instantly she was not one of them. He slid away from her. ( @liraluzamorim )
