Xane was dreaming he was sparing Calrin. He couldn’t control his movements. And frankly Xane was more disappointed in how bad he was doing. No parry that attack. Why did I roll when a simple step to the right would have sufficed. Terrible form. Calrin was playing with Xane. He knew it. Even in his dreams he couldn’t escape Calrin’s cocky grin. For some reason he couldn’t hear anything. It was odd. It looked like Calrin was speaking but all he heard was silence. Not even the loud clanging of steal on steal.

This fight went on for a bit more till Xane fell back slamming into the snow frosted ground. Huh, I hadn't seen snow here yet. It was about a month before it would start. Calrin helped Xane up. They walked back to Zakor. It looked pristine. The snow that would fall on the city melted away before it could make it. Xane wished that it hadn’t. The city would have looked so pretty in snow.

This is such a vivid dream. Xane remembered his dreams a lot but never this much for some reason dreams being the only thing he couldn’t always remember. Remembering and having such vivid dreams were different. The ones he remembered were always blurry with little detail. And ever shifting locations and people. This felt more like a movie of himself.

They went to Dav’ip’s place and ate food. He saw them discuss things at the table with Huntress. Xane could usually read lips but was having a hard time doing so. He felt powerless. Can I wake up now! He tried mentally pinching himself with no luck. He tried pulling up his character sheet with no luck.

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Xane was starting to feel angry. He lashed out with his mind. He saw it. The candle that was in the middle of the table moved. He knew he saw it but no matter what he did he couldn’t do it again.

Xane was forced to sit there and watch himself do things. Go through dungeons. Where he was terrible at everything compared to his waking self. It was as if his younger and less experienced self was in control. That was until Xane had taken out the staff that he got from his second dungeon. It had just been sitting in his ring doing nothing. For some reason he was especially good at wielding it.

The other Xane as Xane was calling them did other weird things. Is this another version of myself? Am I being punished by Averinth? Xane remembered the ominous notification that said it was ominous. No arguments here. That didn’t make much sense though. He didn’t do anything wrong did he? Just followed the rules placed upon him, the system he was forced to follow.

This went on for a while. After sometime he got more sensations. First it was light. A slash here felt like a scratch. A slam felt like touch. Then it got better and better. He felt more clear. Xane didn’t know how long it was until he was able to hear again. Like feeling it got better and better.

One day when he was sparring with Calrin again he heard him loud and clear. “Congrats you actually hit me. You are doing better. Not as good Xane but you are doing better Lyenn. Keep it up, maybe you’ll be as good with a blade as the staff.”

Xane’s mind reeled from that information. It all made sense now.