[Cloud started awake, images of fire burning everything to ash and creatures made of fire flickering in front of his vision for a moment after he woke. He gasped for breath, unable, for a moment, to quell the panic from witnessing such a disaster... Paladin's voice. He remembers, and the panic ebbs... that had been Paladin's voice, he's almost certain. Not his dream, then.
As his heartbeat slows, he gets up and pads through the darkness toward the bathroom. He's thirsty after that, which shouldn't be too surprising.
Twisting the faucet, he drank straight from his cupped hands, not bothering to find a cup. Water... those children. What did it mean, that they turned to stone and shattered? Were they people important to Paladin? What about that old man, or the meaning of the fiery creatures that tore themselves to pieces?
Questions he would probably never get an answer to. Wiping some of the cold sweat away with a spare towel, Cloud padded back to bed. He was too tired to try staying awake after that dream, much as he might have preferred that.]
As his heartbeat slows, he gets up and pads through the darkness toward the bathroom. He's thirsty after that, which shouldn't be too surprising.
Twisting the faucet, he drank straight from his cupped hands, not bothering to find a cup. Water... those children. What did it mean, that they turned to stone and shattered? Were they people important to Paladin? What about that old man, or the meaning of the fiery creatures that tore themselves to pieces?
Questions he would probably never get an answer to. Wiping some of the cold sweat away with a spare towel, Cloud padded back to bed. He was too tired to try staying awake after that dream, much as he might have preferred that.]
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