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Chapter 266 Dreamscape

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She and Zhuan spent three more days together in the mountains. On the third evening, Mirian felt something change as she was speaking to a scimitar lion. It was like when shed been practicing Eskanar. For a time, shed been able to muddle through conversations. Then something had clicked, and she was thinking in Eskanar. As her thoughts touched the scimitar lions aura, she felt a better understanding of what it wanted, how it saw her. It was nothing fundamentally newshed been speaking to myrvites for years nowbut it felt different. She couldnt explain it.

When she slept, she moved around the dreamscape.

She found the Ominian, slowly striding across a vast forest. From the mountains, she knew that it was Akana Praediar, long before humans had ever touched the land.

These are Their memories, she knew. Traced and retraced. A way to remember this place. A way to hold on to what was lost. What will be lost. She flew across the dream. The Mausoleum was rooted in reality, but the other places werent. She wasnt sure how that worked, but she didnt need to understand the theory, just the rules. They were bound together in a spirit, and each soul within the construction was in contact with the Ominian.

She had a request, and she put it together without words or emotions, only what she knew of the arcane sigils. Communication required establishing common context; the scimitar lion understood raising young, understood hunting, understood hiding from predators. The Elder Gods understood none of that; she showed the Ominian concrete physical events: moonfall. The measurements of the temporal anchors. The kind of stone found in the Endelice. Once she had that, she showed the Ominian the movement of time she needed in glyphs, showed Them the spirit construct in runic approximations.

At first, there was no movement. Then, the giant God stirred. Their body appeared humanoid, but sometimes as it moved, she could see the pieces of it hidden by a trick of the dimensions, vast pieces of twisted stone and unblinking eye-like whorls, twisted wings of dark crystal, and limbs that twisted at odd angles.

The Ominian raised a hand, and for a moment, Mirian could see parts of Them in a layer she couldnt normally perceive. It was maddening, that glimpse. It was like she was almost touching a new understanding of how the world was assembled, only for the pictures to dissolve into fog as she reached out. It was like realizing the ground she stood on wasnt solid, but contained more of the void than anything real.

In an instant, the world around them transformed. Now she looked at Akana Praediar as it was now. The western mountain peaks worn down, the forests replaced by endless farmland. There were no people, was no movementit was a memory, not a reflection of realitybut it was a fixed moment in time.

Mirian gaped at the Elder God.

It had worked. Shed made herself understoodwithout the translation of Eyeball or Conductor.

She tried to push her thanks through runes, but the God was motionless.

Mirian stepped through the dream into the Mausoleum.

Two shadows, the souls looking like the folds of cloth, the faces blank, were already waiting for her at the foot of the colossal figure of the Ominian.

What happened? thought one of the souls. Xecatl, she knew.

I think I think I got the Ominian to make the dream linear, Mirian thought back to both her and the second soul, Jherica.

Another shadow appeared in the room, then another, then another. Liuan, Ibrahim, and then Gabriel. Last, Zhuan appeared.

The dreamscape shifted. And youre all here, Ibrahim thought, surprised. What happened?

Time is linear in the Mausoleum, now, Mirian thought. We can now meet any night we please. That would give them a powerful tool for coordination. Instant communication each night.

Amazing! Jherica thought. Does this mean is there a way to communicate with the previous Prophets? Can you tell Them to move us back to the First? But then what if we changed what the First Prophet did? Could we even do it? If we could, what would that do to our branch of time?

I dont know, Mirian replied. Could she? Would the Ominian listen? How did that play into the Pact? And what would happen to their portion of the fields of time if something a thousand years ago changed? Would they be erased, or would they be like a branch cut from a tree, unmoored from history?

It can help us do something else, in the meantime, Xecatl thought. Scebur doesnt have a violet focus, but they must be somewhere in the dream when we sleep. We can hunt them down and take a measure of their soul.

If shed had a body, Mirian would have straightened in shock. Spread out in the dream. Check in here every so often. If I can get a look at their soul, I can create a divination spell that targets a unique current or feature. That would involve a tri-bound sequence that mixed runes and glyphs.

The souls of the Prophets began to vanish as they spread out.

Mirian flitted through the dream. The memories of places had all changed to represent the present; the Ominian hadnt quite understood that she just needed the Mausoleum in linear time. Or perhaps they couldnt have one without the other. It seemed the Ominian walked all of known Enteria, though, which meant there was a lot of ground to cover. Even flying through the dream faster than what supreme levitation could manage in reality, there were so many places to check. But they wouldnt get a better opportunity for an ambush.

She shifted back and forth between the Mausoleum and the dreams. Xecatl returned as she did. Nothing in that place of creeping dread, and I did a quick pass over the archipelago. Ill try to cover Tlaxhuaco, she said. Perhaps theyve been using the dream to scout it out.

Mirian left to look across Baracuel. Using that logic, Scebur also might be scouting out Torrviol. Except, it wasnt quite Torrviol that she returned to, but a place where the Labyrinth had blistered up and myrvites stalked through old mismatched ruins. Not quite the present, then. She returned twice more, checking in with Ibrahim first, then Jherica, who was looking along the Akanan coast.

Mirian rushed through the more symbolic places of the dream next; the sea where it rained anchors, wove around through the grove where mushrooms grew into storms and volcanoes into trees, out into the void where the wall of fire veiled the stars, always growing but never arriving. She returned to the Mausoleum, finding Ibrahim again, then Xecatl twice more, then Zhuan.

Has Gabriel or Liuan checked in? Zhuan asked.

No. I was about to ask the same. Maybe Jherica has seen one of them. I can wait for them.

Zhuan gave her affirmation. She had the most practice with the violet focuses, and found it easy enough to rapidly move around the dream.

As Mirian waited, she quickly grew impatient. She hated standing around feeling useless. It felt like hours passed, though it was probably only a few dozen minutes.

Finally, Gabriel appeared. Liuan says she found Scebur. She woke herself up to go after her.

What!?

A soul couldnt exactly shrug, but Gabriel sent his best impression of one.

Where are they?

The dream isnt exactly going to tell us that. She said something about a soul-pattern she recognized.

She shouldnt go after them alone.

Shes not. The archmages and Sorcerer Elite are on her side this cycle, remember?

I can fly there. In two daysno, I think I could do it in one if I pushed myself.

Right, drain all your mana and then burst into a delicate political situation, helping locate someone you dont know and wouldnt recognize. Brilliant.

Mirian sent the feeling of a scowl at him.

We all have the things were good at, remember? Liuan can handle herself. Maybe she can een get them to talk.

If Scebur wasnt a fool, they could remove themself from the loop in an instant. A wand of fireball could also do the trick, as Celen had proven. Then, theyd have time to recover and plan. Theyd set about causing more chaos that made them difficult to detect. Mirian didnt care if they talked. Their actionsrefusal to talk, attacking Tlaxhuaco, encouraging the war to escalatethey had already spoken loud enough. What she wanted was to remove them from the loop entirely.

And yet, that would reveal a capability she was still keeping hidden.

Liuan had access to the RID. Scebur could be cursed into incapacitation. And if that didnt take, that was valuable information to know.

If she lets Scebur escape, Im going to overturn every rock in Akana until I find them. This has gone on long enough.

Probably the smart move, Gabriel replied. He looked around the Mausoleum. Right, this place has always creeped me out. Dont think theres much more point in staying. Nice work, by the way. Then he vanished.

Mirian stayed for a bit longer, relaying what had happened to the others. Then she forced herself awake. There was work to be done.

***

Mirian was already pacing back and forth by the time Zhuan woke up.

Gabriel thinks I should stay in Baracuel, she said instead of good morning.

Zhuan rubbed the sleep from her eyes, blinked a few times, then grunted something unintelligible in Gulwenen.

If Liuan fails, though its far easier to disrupt a timeline than to get it to serve a purpose. Liuan likes her independence too much. And yes, I know thats probably rich, coming from me, but its true.

Zhuan began rummaging in her pack. Gabriel thinks highly of the control of information. Liuan thinks highly of the control of faith. Both have the imperial mindset. Such a way of thinking is rigid. It demands a reinforcement of hierarchies thatwho is that?

Mirian felt the presence behind her even as Zhuan spoke and whirled. She caught sight of the jawless man for just a moment. The morning light didnt reflect properly off the metal woven into his flesh. Then he vanished. She didnt bother casting her divination spells this time. They wouldnt catch him.

I dont know. Hes been appearing briefly. Ive seen him in the Labyrinth, in the Mausoleum in the dreamscape, and its the same presence I felt in other moments. I think the first time he appeared, it was because Jherica said the true name of the Ominian, but theres something else that gets his attention. Certain types of magic, perhaps.

The true name?

DIVITRIUS, Mirian said. The word had power to it; she could feel it in the air as she spoke. She looked around for the jawless figure to appear again, but he didnt.

This is concerning. You didnt mention this to the Council.

The Council already thinks Im cracked in the head.

Yes, thats true, but insanity can only be defined relative to normality. Circumstance causes behavior. The normal feedback loops of social regulation are not present. Insanity is an inevitable consequence of the loop.

Mirian chuckled. Not one for coddling, are you?

Zhuan nodded. She got some tea out of her pack, then started casting spells to pull water from the air, heat it, then pass it through the tea and into a mug she had waiting. My father was treated as an infant by his Akanan boss in the workshop. The Akanan man wanted an obedient child. Outbursts of anger at poor pay and worse working conditions were met with paternalistic disdain. But we are human, worthy of autonomy and dignity. When treated a certain way, we either conform to that vision of who we are, or rebel. This is why you need to investigate the people of your cities, Mirian. Look for the currents of discontent flowing beneath the surface. Feel the resentment as it saturates the air, waiting to become a storm. Then you will be ready to call down true lightning.

She sipped her tea.

Mirian went back to pacing.

Will five minutes determine if Scebur gets captured or not?

Mirian snorted. Probably not.

Then I will enjoy my tea. And you may do whatever you please in the meantime.

Mirian looked at Zhuan. Wisdom is not a revelation, but a practice, she remembered. She moved next to Zhuan and crossed her legs, floating in the air. She observed how the shadows of the Casnevar Mountains stretched across the western farmlands, and how the morning light brightened. She took note of the way the light glimmered off the snow of the peaks.

Zhuan finished her tea, then smiled. I would like to observe Akana Praediar. Much can be inferred by walking down the street, reading a few newspapers, and seeing what a local factory is producing. Youve taught me what you know, and Id like to repay the favor. Besides, I need to practice with illusions and work on my accent when speaking Eskanar.

Mirian smiled. I hear you like flying fast, she said, and offered out her hand.

Zhuan took it, and soon enough, they were streaming just below the low clouds, leaving behind spirals and whirls in the falling snow.

***

That night, they took two rooms in an inconspicuous inn near Vadriach University, using illusions to disguise themselves as Akanans. Liuan hadnt stopped the assassination of the prime minister. Nor, as far as Mirian could tell, had she quashed the rumors of the magical eruptions being a sinister Baracueli plot.

As soon as she fell asleep though, she and Zhuan were greeted by two souls waiting for her in the Mausoleum. One she recognized, the other she didnt. The soul was tattered and darkened, the currents disheveled, and the surface withered.

Mirian, Zhuan Jhericas soul said. Id like you to meet someone I consider a friend. This is Celen.

Mirian took a step back in surprise. She hadnt even consideredbut of course. Even though the temporal anchors went somewhere when a Prophet died, the soul was still linked in the spirit-construct. Celen had spent most of his time between deaths wandering the dream.

And what does that do to a man? she wondered, but didnt project the thought out.

His soul needs healing, she said.

Jherica projected a thought of agreement. I told him SulvorathTroytin is gone. That were working together now. He cant speak here, of course, not until hes had practice, but I think hes agreed. I still feel his despair and pain, but its lessened.

All these years she thought.

Only a few days for him, I think. At least, in the waking world. Hes been living in the dream. Ive been trying to catch him upgently. He has a good heart. Well, I didnt know him long before you know.

Mirian had mixed feelings about Celen. Shed stopped thinking about him, mostly. But when she did think about him, she thought he was a coward. Hed abdicated his responsibility. Hidden from his duty as Prophet.

She hid those feelings, letting them swirl inside her rather than project out. Communicating her contempt for him would do little. And perhaps, like Jherica, he could become useful. After all, every soul that could remember time between apocalypses was valuable.

She hesitated, not sure what to say. What did one say to a person they despised, but needed?

Then Liuans soul appeared.

Scebur is eliminated. Cursed into incapacitation. Ill begin searching the country for the comatose body as soon as the next cycle starts.

Mirian turned and looked at Zhuan, then back to Liuan.

That had not been how shed expected events to play out.

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