Novel & Cerita Thaumcraft Strange Dream

I held it in my hand and looked carefully at it. No this can't be. Suddenly, Memeories flood my brain. *where did you get that* *it was a birthday present* *it is pure evil* *as long as you wear that thing, evil will continue to follow you* *this is your future* OH MY GOD! Just as my heart was pounding against my chest, the bracelet sparkled. THE END

I asked surprising myself. “What!?” I wanted to press on but I restrained myself, I really needed that name, I don’t know why I needed the name I just know I need to get it. The last time, well the only time a dreamer’s name was discovered it led to the destruction of realities… “Realities?” she asked I sighed “What I’m about to tell you must not leave the walls of this room, I warned, there are different types of plains in the world, this part of it only holds ample to zero amount of power”

I threw her into this blasted dream, all because I was afraid of what the queen would do if Primus never recovered. "Oh, it's far worse than that," Thalan warns. "If she is a universal dragon in the dream state and she changes herself or her surroundings, it could bleed out of the dream. It could become a new reality. It's how our ancestors found this planet. It wasn't discovered, it was dreamed into existence." "And if she's having a nightmare?" my eyes widen. "No." "Yes," Thalan confirms. "It becomes our nightmare too."

Like a second heartbeat. I slip out of bed carefully, not wanting to wake her. The notebook Cerelia lent me, the one she filled with overlapping rune theories and broken bits of Norse spells, after looking at my notes, sits on the desk. I grab it and make my way to the kitchen, flipping on the smallest light. The dream clings to me. It feels like more than just a nightmare. It’s a message, or a warning. I just don’t know who it’s from. I draw what I saw. The mirror with the cracked center. The reflection that wasn’t Scarlett but felt like her. Far too much like her.

Lisa’s hands trembled as she sifted through the ancient texts in the folder. The weight of what Mia had uncovered pressed down on her like a physical force. The information before her was a tangled web of botanical knowledge, ancient rituals, and dark secrets. The *Sopor Veritas* was not just rare—it was an artifact of a bygone era, used in ceremonies that involved mind control, trances, and, in some cases, death.

Her amber eyes brightened when she saw me. “You came back.” My foot moved towards her. Her smile disappeared. Darkness spread through the water behind the chamber. Something enormous struck the outer wall. The vision shattered. I crashed into a display case. Hayate caught my shoulder. “What did you see?” I pushed myself upright. “A throne.” “And?” “A woman.” “The woman from your dream?” Before I answered, the relic split open. Blue light poured across my palm and flowed onto the central table. Lines moved over the marble, connecting until they formed a map of Silvercrest.

There is only silence. I’m not resting. I’m hunting. In front of me sits a small, velvet-bound journal and a leather pouch. I lifted them from her vanity while the nurses were changing shifts. I open the pouch first and tip the contents into my palm. Purple and gray leaves that crumble to dust. I bring them to my nose. The scent is faint, musky and sweet. Dreamshade. I recognize it from the restricted texts in the Alpha library. It’s a mild hallucinogen used in old binding rituals. It lowers inhibitions. It makes the mind susceptible to suggestion.

What kind of trick is this? “You’re a very inquisitive and pessimistic woman, mate.” Thales smiled, a dimple forming on his cheek, making my heart skip. “Th...Thales. But… but..” I shook my head, not believing what I was seeing. This is some weird fever dream from the marking. That has to be the answer. This isn’t like when I saw mamma. She had magic and left some of it with me to meet her. “You realize we can hear every thought you have, Katrina.” Thales chuckled softly. His laugh was so warm and rich that I wanted to melt into his laughter. I wanted to rush to his arms and never leave them.

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

I moved my head trying to bind our connection. I nodded through my mind. " Okay, this is me Thamer. I'm in Alexis house, tell me where are you?" he asked me. I followed his voice. I heard him talking to me. I talked with my mind. " I had a dream. I saw a name called Casa EripMav." " I see. Can you hold our connection? I'm going to use my teleportation technique to come for you" Thamer communicate me in my mind. I nodded. I just keep on closing my eyes and dreaming about him.