Where am I? That was always the first question Anj asked himself whenever he found himself in a deep dream. When am I? was the second one.
The where: an elevator. He recognized the feel of the cramped space. Elevators always left him claustrophobic even if he couldn't see inside of them. He always knew there were walls around him, and those walls were tight. If he didn't loathe stairs so much, he'd avoid the contraptions all together.
All of the buttons and the metal doors confirmed his suspicions. He might have been blind in the waking world, but in the dream realm he saw plenty.
As for the when: Anj suspected he was in the future. There was a strange haze around the images he was seeing. Usually the future had a way of looking unfocused and confusing. Certain details were blurry while others were concrete. He hated seeing the future.
A touch on his hand brought him back to reality. Only it wasn't his hand, it was Zes'.
Anj was having another dream where he wasn't actually in his own body, but rather his brothers. Most of the time when he had a vision from the perspective of someone else, it meant nothing good.
When Zes took the hand, he stood up. He'd been sitting on the floor of the elevator. Once on his feet, the image shifted and Zes stood in a dark, hot place. Too dark. Too hot. Everything about it felt wrong.
"You deserve better," a female voice said. "So much better."
"I know," Zes said. "What's a guy to do? You don't get to choose what family you're born into."
"No, but you can choose if you want revenge," she said.
Why did her voice sound familiar? Anj couldn't see her face, but he recognized her tone and pitch—everything. Only he couldn't place a name. It would bother him for the rest of the day.
Then Anj's vision shifted. He no longer saw the world through his brother's eyes, but his own. The dark heat remained, so Anj was positive he was still in the same place. Zes stood in front of him, his dark eyes glowing bright and golden with the elemental magic Zes feared so much.
"This is your fault," his brother seethed. "All of this is your fault. Why did you let me go in there? If I hadn't then..."
"Go where?"
"The elevator?"
"When?"
"Today."
And then Anj woke up.
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Pangaia: Agendas (Year One: Fall)
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