Full Circle

Why indeed. Auric sighed. Those damned dreams. His hand began to move over the blank sheets before him. Always in the same order. A house in flames. A winged snake twisted around a cross. An armored knight reaching out to him, red eyes glowing from within the helm. His own reflection in a mirror, but with bitter, angry eyes as he holds up his right arm encased in what looks like armor that stretches from shoulder to fingertips. And last of all a dark-haired man with burning eyes he doesn't recognize, cupping a flame in his gloved hand as he says something. Auric could never quite hear what it was before waking up in a sweat.

Alp would have died for nothing.

And something in Auric snapped. He pushed to his feet shakily. He could feel the other end of the Gatestream screaming towards him, its tethering cable snapped with Alp's death, coming to deal death of its own.

Well, fuck you too.