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Hanzi listened to Avrie with a slight smile on his lips.
"Well, mysteries are meant to be solved, no?" Was all Hanzi said with a sly smile on his face. He turned over and fell asleep.
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Hanzi ate breakfast and drifted in silence. His mind was elsewhere, wandering amongst the hallways of memory, regret, old friends that he buried and would never see again. Hanzi went back to that day when he was 10, him and Lusha his friend, excited about the possibilities of drifting, of joining the Dromi, living within the Queen's Kumpania! A stepping stone to glory in all it's forms! Both bragged about how well they would marry, how many sons they would raise, all sorts of silly child talk.
But Lusha never awoke, the power overwhelmed him and drowned him. Hanzi sat and shook as their teacher tried to rescue the skinny boy. Nothing worked. Lusha was dead, it was a tragedy, and there wasn't a damn thing Hanzi could do about it.
With great difficulty Hanzi lost himself again and cleared his mind. He could feel his being float and then drift along the line. He did not dawdle doing touristy things, instead he went as fast as he could down the line, singleminded and focused on his task.
The Ambardis came suddenly and swept Hanzi up. A whirlpool of glowing energy, he could almost see Avrie drifting around it herself.
It was comforting and Hanzi, still in deep sorrow, felt it pull him down. He allowed it and felt a sense of relief that everything would be over. No more travelling, no more fighting, no more death... A decade's worth of rage washed away as he made his decision. But then a face popped up within his mind's eye. A reason to wake, nothing more, nothing less.
"Anora..." He coughed as he returned to the land of the lving.
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