Chapter 50

• Darkness, Blood, gore, fire. Wazir's dream would have to be the most intense one he ever had in his whole life. His body felt like it was torched, his temperature above normal. He couldn't open his eyes, was finding it hard to breathe. The choking sounds he was hearing couldn't be him, as he couldn't even open his mouth to make a noise, but then again, he couldn't be sure what was real and what wasn't. What is causing this intense reaction? Why does he feel what he had never thought for a long while? Fear?
• "Arise seer! A powerful voice boomed, somehow dragging him out from the dangerous space he was in. He opened his eyes and gasped loudly, like a drowned man who suddenly had a breath of air. He took deep breaths, hitting his chest as he tried to calm down. What was that dream? Why did he have it? He looked around, thinking to call for a maid who would attend to him. Instead, he found himself in another room, everything a mixture of colors both blindingly bright and Cringely dull. The room looked like it was there and was not. It was almost as if it was waiting for him to command how it should look.
• "Where am I? He asked loudly. Wazir has been in so many situations before that merely rose the feeling of surprise or intrigue in him. Maybe because he had foreseen what would happen to him. Although he can't see what would happen to him in the far future, he can see what would happen to him in the recent future. He had grown so used to predicting moves and thoughts with the aid of his power. But now, after that dream he had, coupled with finding himself in a place that wouldn't be classified as normal, to say he was disoriented would be an understatement. He looked down at where he was and saw that he was floating in the air. Swallowing down the zap of shock that coursed through him, he tried to move, but the action seemed futile as if something held him in place.