Novel & Cerita Thaumcraft Strange Dream

“So, we’re part of the Dream Realm too. You’ve said that already.” “Yes.” “Then it’s our matter too.” “But.” “Look we know they aren’t our problem, but they are interfering with our Dream Realm and that makes them our problem.” “Alright, alright I’ll accept that and bow to it. You’re right. Then we’ll secure one portal and use it for now to enter take down any other portals then take that one last.” “How do we know when we enter the Dream Realm where these portals are?” “I’ve seen portals, standard ones. Their glow shoots into the air and you can follow it. Unlike the standard ones which are straight lines. These aren’t straight but they still glow into the air, and you can’ follow it.”

My breath hitched as pain shot through my skull, white-hot and unbearable. It was as if the dream realm had come alive, fighting back against the intrusion of something unnatural. I clenched my jaw, pushing past the pain. The connection between us was there—I could feel it. A fragile thread linking us together, flickering like a candle in the wind. I reached for it with my mind, trying to strengthen it. The dreamscape quaked violently, sending fractures across the sky like shattered glass. A deafening hum filled the air, growing louder as I fought to hold on.

This time my sleep is plagued by nightmares and dreams alike. But I only remember one dream, that still plagues my mind when I wake up. I cry out from shock as I am pulled out of the nightmare. My whole body is trembling and I am covered in sweat, which has drenched my clothing making them stick to my body. The image still haunts me, Ash calling out my name, his hand reaching down to grab my hand as I fall. Then suddenly the dream freezes and words appear in the sky in blood red writing. ‘There coming’ then it flickers ‘were coming, be ready.’ Then suddenly I am falling again, than just before I hit the ground it blacks out. That’s when I woke up. I lie there as still as possible, too scared

Unremarkable. Until this morning. He sat up, gasping. His mother ran in, panicked. "What is it, child? A nightmare?" Tomas blinked, sweat dripping down his temples. "No…" He lifted his hand. A glowing rune pulsed on his palm like a spiral of smoke and sunlight. It shimmered, alive. "Did you draw that on yourself?" his mother asked. "No." He swallowed. "I dreamed of a girl. Her eyes were fire." The Archives of Kheris, High North

I approached the pedestal, heart racing, while Damien stood a few paces behind me, his expression unreadable. I hesitated, then reached out and opened the tome. The pages were filled with intricate symbols, archaic text, and sketches of creatures that defied explanation. As I skimmed the pages, I began to piece together a narrative of balance and chaos—a tale of an order that had sought to harness the raw forces of creation and destruction. The text spoke of a “Chosen Vessel,” a being who would carry the mark of the Forsaken and become a conduit for ancient power. It described a ritual of transformation, a dangerous process that could either elevate a mortal to near-divine status or condemn

Elric appeared in the doorway a second later, robes torn from running. He saw the mages twitching in perfect unison and whispered, “He’s already here.” Kael nodded once. “The Dream-Eater.” Zareth skidded into the room behind them, already chanting. Kael grabbed his shoulder. “Don’t trap them. We need to wake them.” Zareth’s eyes burned. “They’re not asleep, Kael. They’re hollow.” Kael turned to Elric. “There has to be something Aria left. A key. A thread.”

The dreamscape around them was alive with possibilities, a realm where stories took flight and imagination knew no bounds, a sanctuary where hearts spoke in whispers and souls danced in joy. In the heart of the dream grove, Theo and Axel discovered a hidden path that led to a garden of glowing crystals, each gem reflecting the light of a thousand stars. The crystals pulsed with a gentle energy, their colors shifting and changing with the ebb and flow of the dream world, a reminder of the beauty and wonder that surrounded them.

The thought unsettled me. Shaking it off, I rushed to the sphere, its surface pulsing faintly with hidden energy. Pressing my trembling hands against it, I closed my eyes. The images came instantly, flooding my mind. Chains clinked. Screams tore through the silence. I saw creatures of Velmoria—fairies, beasts, and spirits—bound like rabid dogs, dragged mercilessly through the forests. Their cries echoed through the night, but no one came to save them.

“They don’t play games like that; they kill whom they want to kill and they don’t go through the corners. Anything or anyone that gets in their way, joins the plot.” “So why would they want her dead?” “It beats me and if I were you, I would be extra careful.” “What do you mean?” I asked, curiously. “The Order is a cult with high priestess. If Luca showed you that symbol, then it would leave a dream trace.” “Dream trace? What the fuck is that?” “Do you even read? A dream trace is a sediment of the dreams you have had. You may think you forget you dreams but the brain stores them somewhere for you and it comes back as déjà vu. Things you think you have seen before are just dreams you have drea

he said. “That’s my job. Our job.” He gestured to the others in the tent, moving around quietly. “He will be fine.” I hesitated. “What was the liquid meant to do?” He sighed, like he was choosing his words carefully. “It was something I developed recently,” he said. “It was made from the same substance the vision bearers brought before. The one used for drifting. This one makes sure Damien can return. Even if something goes wrong in the spirit lands, he will find his way back. And if he is harmed, we can revive him.”