Chapter 415
Despite Katelina's pessimism, she eventually drifted into the rest of the exhausted. Her dreams were a tangled mass of jungle branches and chattering monkeys with bloody mouths. The trees faded away and she was standing in a room with a platform at one end, like a low stage. He sat on a pillow in the center, his face turned down, so that his long hair fell around his shoulders in a shower of shimmering obsidian.
The familiar, overwhelming feeling of peace washed over her and she breathed it in and held it, as if she could trap it in her lungs.
"The truth approaches, are you ready to leave the dreams behind?"
She wasn't sure of the answer. If this was the dream he wanted her to give up then no, she didn't want to.
"Not this dream, but the other. It does not matter. The time for waking approaches. He will try again to use that which he has hidden. Do not allow him to. The door should not be opened until I arrive, and then I will seal it for all days."