Tell Me, Mother. Cazna comes into the vision with the feeling of chills, frost adorns her body, her joints defiant as if being out in the snow for too long, and her hair stiff from the cold. There was nothing else to feel but the steady breeze of the onslaught of winter and the thin layer of water assaulting her bare feet. The only sound was the light splashes of each step and the whispers around her speaking a language unknown to her. The area outside of her immediate area was barren with ruins everywhere, no signs of life before vision tapered off into the darkness. In front of her was a mirror floating above a pedestal made of obsidian glass that gave off a faint green glow. The mirror itself was pristine, eight stones rested on the golden frame, each distinct in their color and shape and each perfectly spaced. Yet the top stone was unnaturally white and shined a light where none existed. She looked upon the endless expanse of death and ruin, there were familiar buildings - her birth home in the upper-class sections of Paärthalaär, the family banners were torn by a timeless wind, and the once beautiful architecture eroded by the sands of time leaving a hollow shell. Out front was a statue fallen to its side, the face is long gone. Yet before it was a cavalry shield and sword, obvious in its Kathar make. The metal was rusted and wood rotted as if centuries have passed but time does not bludgeon them further. The only sign of life ever being on the grounds were the stripped bleached bones of a horse and the bone-armor it once wore. She then turns her head again, her body adjusting to face the next building. Her last childhood home, the shack she and her mother lived in. Yet nothing of happiness remained -- the door hung loosely from the frame and shutters fluttered with the wind from nowhere. The structure, like the one before, was decrepit. On the door hung a witch’s charm, Cazna recognized it to be her mother’s; a basic leather necklace with feathers and shells -- unlike the one before it, faint crying came from inside this one, accompanied by a moving ghastly light. Finally, the sight came into view. A flickering image nearly featureless Saivale woman looking similar to Cazna. The figure wept but its ramblings are indecipherable. As Cazna went to approach, the shack seemingly disintegrated into ash and blew freely into the wind, as did the Shade inside. The atomization dissipated from her view a new sight was shown - Cazna was standing at the center of a necropolis riddled with void corruption and essence free-flowing from sarcophagi. Cazna was at the foot of one -- a magically preserved body of her own mother -- the essence of her body being drained and funneled into a central pillar that gave no reflection from its true-black color, it hungrily absorbed the energies of the many corpses surrounding it. Her mother’s arms were laid across her chest, at its center the same mirror from her previous dreamscape. Thus Cazna’s curiosity became her and she reached out for the mirror - eventually pulling it free from the cold stiffness of her mother’s remains. She lifted the mirror to her face and was greeted by a visage of herself as a child no older than a teenager But then the image slowly altered - her skin rapidly gaining color as did her hair. Progressively her Kathar features faded away as they became more and more Suvial until she saw herself at her current age - no more Kathar physiology remained. Her blue eyes now golden and her hair a shade of brown. She lowered the mirror, where outside of it she was still Saivale - she looked to her mother and tightly gripped the mirror. “So tell me mother… what secrets you’ve wrought.” muttered Cazna, without emotion. A flapping of fabric comes to Cazna’s ears as she spun to spot it; before her was a cloak with artistic designs of Allorn origin, flowy lines of gold and white in the shape of rivers, center a scale with a skull fixed atop it, judging from its Archimedean point. The adornment floated there, empty yet with form as if it rested upon the shoulders of its owner. From behind it came forward a canopic jar; an eerie necrotic green light pulsed from within to the beats of a heart and slowly the sound overtook Cazna’s hearing until it resounded with such aggression that even her sight was disrupted -- it was then the cloak flung itself upon her forcing her awake… back in the Yanar garden and the sound of a familiar Kathar speaking to her. She shot up seeing Aq’uello...
