4/1/2026, 4:20 PM
Skill: Expert Meteorologist
The end of the world was a strange prospect.
She had endured the dreams, thought them a product of an overactive imagination for a while. Tried to carry on with her life and duties even as the skies blackened overhead and the earth slowly began to freeze over like an icy tomb.
Aurelia couldn't ignore them anymore.
Whatever her opinion on the tragedy of the Dream Visitor's tale, she stood in front of the three portals, assessing each path with the cold scrutiny of a chess player. It was logical to assume most of their warriors would have chosen the second or third door, flinging themselves into danger not only to prove their mettle but also stave off the End - and she could assume all manner of strangers across the continent would be there to aid them.
She looked down at her petite paws; remembered the slavering, feral coyote that had almost taken her life. Genghis had saved her then. Certainly she had performed well in Northfall's tournament, but that was a controlled environment - nothing like this.
What if she ended up only as a burden, a liability? What if she entered the second or third doorway and immediately sustained injury, distracting those of Dawnbreak already engaged in the fight who cared for her?
What if she got them killed?
Aurelia had always been uncertain of her prowess as a warrior.
What if Tiberii was injured? Solulfur? Vidarr? Who would be left to bring them home, what if the number and severity of their wounds overwhelmed the few healers they had? Aurelia was no expert on herbs, but surely she could help.
Someone had to keep the light on so they could find their way back.
She took a deep breath, stepped through the first door, and found herself precisely where she had already been, looking up at the black sky as thoughts of Dawnbreak flitted through her mind. She could hear the distant chorus of voices raised in a singular song from every direction, and the clouds shivered overhead as if dislodged.
Aurelia lifted her head and joined them. Yes; she would help bring back the light. For many moons she had longed for the endless blue sky, and the time had come for spring to take its rightful place once more, spreading its warmth and mending this broken place.
There would be rain in summer, fluffy white clouds would dance again across the vast expanse overhead; they would bask in the colorful bounty of autumn, and the sun would rise again, and again, and again.
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