Role

Chapter 7

I find myself in a plain, bare room. Something about this place feels
wrong. Out of the world, somehow. Yet I feel, oddly, at home here. The room
is grey, and the walls seem to be made of solid mist. I hear voices in my
head, voices that hiss, like Slahar, but different somehow. No creature I
know hisses like that. I try to scry the planes to find my location, but my
blood freezes as I feel all arcane energy cut off from me.

Before me is a man. He is not really a man. I know he is a creature of some
sort, and this is an illusion the creature wears before me.

'You are growing, at last, Charine. Growing to fulfill the prophecy.'

I do not know what he is talking about, yet I know that what he is saying
is the answer to the vague sense of impending greatness... or danger...
that I have felt all these years. The same sense that made me see clearly,
how foolish and useless all the people around me were. He who called
himself my father, she who called herself my mother, and they who thought
themselves friends. They are not important. The illusory man in front of me
is.

'You probably don't know all the details right now... your brood lords - or
'parents' as your kind calls them - did not tell you what happened the night
two months before you were born. You have a great destiny to fulfill, and
you must do this. An Eternal Night will settle upon the Prime Material, and
you will be our way into the Prime. You will call the portal to let us all
into your world.'

How presumptuous, I think, but somehow I do not speak. It is then I realise
it is a dream, but dreams have never been so vivid... or so well-remembered.
Regardless, this creature might herald some great power in me. 'He' thinks
to use me as a tool, but I see opportunity for power here. I am called,
inexorably, to fulfill his prophecy... but not his purposes.