Dream Walking
<span style="font-weight:400">It only took a few hours before Rain felt something shift in her bond with Mr. Mirage. The once slippery thread leading off into the void suddenly became solid and possible to grasp. Rain wasted no timetching on and pulling herself towards it. Her mind seemed to be sucked into darkness while her body slumped sideways on the couch.
<span style="font-weight:400">In an instant eternity, Rain found herself floating above an empty street thick with ash. All around, uffters were scurrying while a gray fox chased them.
<span style="font-weight:400">Was this Mr. Mirage’s dream?
<span style="font-weight:400">Rain looked around, seeing no hint of Mr. Mirage. She also realized she didn’t have a body here. This was his dream; he should be here somewhere. If Rain had to guess, her best bet was that he was the fox. His race was ash fox-kin now, after all. Rain would start by trying to talk to it.
<span style="font-weight:400">First, though, Rain needed a body. As she focused on that, she got the impression that if she wanted to create a body, she would only need to focus on how she wanted it to look, and she could create it in this dreamscape.
<span style="font-weight:400">She almost made the mistake of forming her body to look like her real body, but no, if she could look like anything she wanted, then that meant she could get in on the fun happening below. Rain focused on creating a fox body for herself. She would give it ck fur to match her real hair, of course, and green eyes were a must. As she held the image in her mind, Rain could feel a body forming for herself from nothing.
<span style="font-weight:400">Before long, Rain’s sight - previously floating free in the air, able to see in any direction at any time - snapped into ce behind her fox body''s eyes. Then, as the body finished forming, Rain dropped the three feet or so into the soft ash of the street below.
<span style="font-weight:400">Rain stood up from where she was syed out on the ash and shook herself to clean out her fur. Running in a circle, Rain was amazed by how natural it felt to be on all fours, like she had used this body all her life.
<span style="font-weight:400">Turning to where the gray fox was chasing helpless uffters around and through the ash, Rain joined in the fun, charging in and heading a group of uffters off.
<span style="font-weight:400">The next few minutes were spent chasing fluff balls, burrowing through ash, and yipping with joy. Rain had such a good time that when she plowed through an ash bank in hot pursuit of an especiallyrge ball of fluff, she was surprised to see a gray fox in the distance, reminding her that she wasn’t here to y.
<span style="font-weight:400">Breaking off from her pursuit, Rain bounded over to the gray fox.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Mr. Mirage?”
<span style="font-weight:400">The fox stopped its chasing of the uffters and looked at Rain. Rain wasn’t an expert on reading fox expressions, but it looked befuddled, like it had just woken up from a dream.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Lady Tyix, is that you? Where are we?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Rain grimised at the name. She really should have thought of a name before meeting Mr. Mirage for the first time. Tyix wasn’t a bad name, but the fact that she was using a truncated version of Thirty-six still bothered her. Unfortunately, it was all she coulde up with on the spot. Whatever. Nothing she could do about it now.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, we’re in your dream. I chose this ce because no one can overhear us here.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Rain was pretty sure that was true. Unless someone else had a skill that allowed them to see others'' dreams.
<span style="font-weight:400">“My dream.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Mr. Mirage looked down at himself and over at the uffters hiding all around.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Is this really what I dream about?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Not waiting for an answer, he looked over at himself, then his form shifted, changing shape and springing up like a tree. When he finished, he was standing there in his human form, only without the cap covering his ears and with his tail proudly swaying in the wind.
<span style="font-weight:400">He kneeled in front of Rain, who, for her part, felt silly looking like a fox now and staring up at the muchrger human.
<span style="font-weight:400">Rain shifted her own body to its normal human form, then, because she could, she gave herself ears and a tail to match Mr. Mirage.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You can get up. I’m here so we can discuss our ns.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Of course, My Lady.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Good, now let''s walk. I want to see what else is in your dream world.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Mr. Mirage didn’t seem too happy with that idea, but he followed Rain anyway.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Last time we spoke, you told me you could find people who would be loyal to you no matter what.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, Lady Tyix, I have gathered three good friends who also want to make the Low Ring a better ce for them and theirs.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Friends, huh. Do you trust them with the power one of my books will grant them?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I do. I’ve known these three for years, and we''ve helped each other more often than I can count. None of them betrayed me when I told them I nned to kill Ark and take over the Ash Grifters.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Rain thought about this as they turned a corner down another boring street covered in droves of uffters. Other than the fun chasing, there wasn’t anything exciting in Mr. Mirage’s dream.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’ve been friends with them for years?” Rain said softly. She didn’t like where this was going or what she would have to ask next.
<span style="font-weight:400">Rain fought back the deep sadness welling up inside her. Did she really need to do this? Would grabbing power over the isles really help the people in them. Rain wanted to say no, but the information she had gained from her past self couldn’t be ignored. The maind was already tearing itself apart, and if Rain didn’t do something, the isles would be as well soon. Rain had to stop that, even if it meant hurting people. With that in mind, she asked her next question.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Are you willing to kill these friends if they react poorly to my books?”
<span style="font-weight:400">With three people, there was a good chance at least one would react poorly to whichever book they chose. When that happened, they would need to be put down before they could go on a rampage. It wasn’t a pleasant thought, but Rain needed to know if Mr. Mirage could kill a corrupted friend.
<span style="font-weight:400">Thinking about Lon, Rain knew she couldn’t have killed him even if she had the strength to. By the time she arrived, he had already killed three people, and she still didn’t think she could have done it. Yet that was what she was asking Mr. Mirage to do. She was asking him to kill a friend rather than let them go on a rampage.
<span style="font-weight:400">Now that she knew the risks, she needed to make sure her actions didn’t put innocent people at risk. She would make sure that whoever read from her library knew the risks and that the risks were to them and them alone.
<span style="font-weight:400">After a few minutes, Mr. Mirage spoke.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Is there no way to undo the effects if something goes poorly?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No. None that I know of.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Then, if they were a danger to others, I would be able to kill them.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Rain winced at that. There was something in the sound of his voice that hurt. It reminded Rain of all the times when she had felt the most lonely, a sort of emptiness that hollowed out the soul.
<span style="font-weight:400">Rain regretted that she had to ask this question and force Mr. Mirage to decide he would be willing to kill his friends when he might never even have to act on it. But now Rain could continue onward. He understood the risks and had epted them; now, all that was left was to set a time and ce.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Gather them tomorrow night. I’ll give them the option to make a deal with me and enter my library.”