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  1. The Aspiring Archivist
    "You're going to be fine." The warmth continued to fill her, providing some measure of comfort.
  2. The Aspiring Archivist
    "I just wanted you to say something. That dagger can do very bad things to a person's mind. How do you feel?"
  3. The Aspiring Archivist
    Lerac's healing took away all physical remnants of the experience, but it couldn't take away the memory of it. "Aventine?" he said softly. "You're okay. Talk to me." "It does matter."
  4. The Aspiring Archivist
    He took her hand, at a loss for words. In the memory, TAAron grew frustrated as he read.
  5. The Aspiring Archivist
    "Yeah. What happened? Was that after... after you were taken?"
  6. The Aspiring Archivist
    He flinched, then relaxed when he saw her. "What was that last one?"
  7. The Aspiring Archivist
    TAAron appeared next in a corner of a library with a table covered in books. His past self, a few years older now, sat hunched over the books, reading intently. Occasionally he would glace at the spot next to him on the table that had the strange circle of white crystal that he had had on his arm the day of the storm.
  8. The Aspiring Archivist
    Sandy nodded solemnly.
  9. The Aspiring Archivist
    Lerac's eyes widened. "Aventine, don't-" As soon as she touched the hilt, which seemed made of tarnished or burnt metal, the hand burst into flames. They were a strange gray color, travelling up her arm and to the rest of her faster than she could think, covering her in a thin, flickering blaze. The fire was not hot. It was terribly, terribly cold, seeming colder than ice, though something more than just ordinary warmth, like the horrible opposite to Lerac's healing. The cold consumed her, moving into the rest of her like it really was burning through flesh, despite her not having a mark on her. She felt death touch her soul, felt the core of herself trying to be separated from her body. Her heart slowed, her vision blurred, her muscles began to give out. This all happened in only a moment. Then Lerac grabbed her wrist, heedless of the pain, holding it tight. The healing warmth seemed hot in comparison to the cold, and the deathly fire faded away. TAAron appeared, then, and he watched with her, though he still seemed haunted, retreated into himself.
  10. The Aspiring Archivist
    This time, TAAron wasn't there with her.
  11. The Aspiring Archivist
    He barely seemed to notice. TAAron wished for it to end, but they watched the young boy, within the darkness, seeming dead except for the faintest motion of breathing in his chest, for an agonizingly long moment. Then the darkness finally took him too. The memory ended.
  12. The Aspiring Archivist
    Another slash created what appeared to be a great tear in the sky. Darkness crept from it, movingly quickly, erasing, streaking to the ground and consuming. Houses, trees, people all were flung about by the storm, and were lost in the darkness that seemed to cut the world apart. In the middle of it, the two young boys under the laughing god were the last that it reached. TAAron held on for only a moment before it separated him away too, and in an instant it seemed he was infinitely fast away from everything else, nowhere at all, another piece of nothingness with a glowing crystal ring around an arm. The dreaming TAAron watched on, tears streaming down his face. The two of them were not with the young boy, not really. They just watched. The boy was alone.
  13. The Aspiring Archivist
    "Whenever."
  14. The Aspiring Archivist
    TAAron's hand tightened on hers. He watched, jaw tight and face pale. His younger self ran up to Tristan, grabbing his arm and yelling something that was lost in the roaring wind. Malum cackled, swinging the shard. The ground shook and cracked, and buildings fell and crumbled.
  15. The Aspiring Archivist
    "They do show up sometimes."
  16. The Aspiring Archivist
    TAAron moved into a new dream. Tristan, a bit older now, stood in the middle of a violent storm. Malum stood in the sky before him, in his true form that looked nearly angelic, holding a flat shard of metal, like a piece of broken glass, that cut into his hand. TAAron's young self ran from a nearby house, buffeted by wind and torrents of rain.
  17. The Aspiring Archivist
    "I generally don't."
  18. The Aspiring Archivist
    TAAron laughed. "That's like me in a closet at home. Can't saw I had any towers to frolick on, though."
  19. The Aspiring Archivist
    "Not that I recall."
  20. The Aspiring Archivist
    TAAron appeared next to her. He didn't comment, but he watched with a slight smile.
  21. The Aspiring Archivist
    Sandy blinked at it. "A what?"
  22. The Aspiring Archivist
    "I broke my arm, and got a concussion." He shrugged, and he and the forest vanished from her dream. "Yeah, you're welcome." He smiled at her, though it was interrupted by a wince as he reached for his dagger.
  23. The Aspiring Archivist
    TAAron continued to watch as his past self scaled higher and higher. "Here it comes." A branch snapped, and the boy fell. The memory ended.
  24. The Aspiring Archivist
    "Call them? Like, yell their names?"
  25. The Aspiring Archivist
    "Couldn't say."
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