@ofhxrmony
One moment he was at his desk in his study - slowly drifting off, but too determined to find solutions to let himself sleep - and now... where was he? This place looked almost like the pond he often visited, a clearing amidst the trees, with reeds lining the water banks and a path worn from the footsteps of humans and majuu over the years. The only difference was the stillness - nothing stirred. The usual sounds of wind and ducklett and flowing water were gone. All he could hear was the gental hum of the Dragon Force, just as he could everywhere. He could only conclude that this had to be some sort of dream.
He knelt down by the water, reaching out for it to see if he could feel the cold - to confirm that this wasn’t reality - when he suddenly seemed to feel... a presence? He wasn’t sure what he was sensing; in part, it felt a bit like his connection to Isshurem, a familiarity that could only be felt between linke souls. But this was different - it wasn’t Isshurem, it wasn’t the same powerful presence, but somehow, his connection to it felt... stronger. Complete. As though it were somehow himself standing behind him.
Reflected in the blue and green of the pond, he could see who it was. Not himself, but there was a resemblance - the hair, the eyes, the build. The face felt horribly familiar to him, but he couldn’t place it.
“What is going on?”