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Message: <blockquote data-quote="simmo" data-source="post: 1414643" data-attributes="member: 9744">We Interrupt This Adventure to share with you Serena's dreams...[Note: this chapter was written by Randomling, who plays Serena Allman]The Centre Cannot Hold, The Mystic Diverges"Malkir?" She says it with her mind first, then her voice. In the dark place her body is pulsating slightly with light. The grace of Tomeri is upon her, filling her with strength. Malkir's stocky body is slightly bent, his fingers hooked, claw-like, as they reach for her. His mouth moves soundlessly. Then he speaks. "Serena," he says, and his voice is many voices. "Serena, help me." She takes a step towards him, and Tomeri's light vanishes from her body as a dark mist gathers around the two of them. Malkir's form seems to pulsate a little, and she thinks for just a minute that he's going into a fit. Then she sees a face just like his appear superimposed on him, faint like a ghost image. The ghost image, armed and armoured, steps out of Malkir. Another appears, and another, and in moments the robed Malkir she has come to know is just one of hundreds of Malkirs, and she can't pick out which is real. All are ghost-images, barely there. She looks up. Then she hears the many voices cry out. A ripple goes across the ghost-Malkirs, as if a stone had been dropped in a river, and one by one, the images start to shatter and fade. Serena rushes forward, but there is nothing to be done. "Maaaaaalkiiiiiiiiir!" she cries, but it is as if she is watching herself from the outside. A moment later, she is awake. I am for me, she thinks again as she gets to her feet. Of all the things in her mind, it's Nyon's face that lingers most ominously. His words, the lack of expression in his hollow voice. Releasing her grasp on the Garden, Serena feels strangely afraid. She looks out of her window at the dark sky above the town of Ecstasy. In a few of the houses the lights from lamps can still be seen, silhouetting the revellers who party late in to the night. Her last thought, before she turns away from thoughts of her dream to the daily concerns of washing and dressing, prayer and meditation, is of her friends. Caleb's voice, Malkir's hands, Littleby's face.</blockquote>

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