72nd of Summer, 514 AV
The night was reaching its darkest hour, and Zintila's stars could barely be seen through the full moon's light. Savos bathed in the light as he descended the mountain, calmly making his way down the trail to the Tranquil Port. That night had kept him awake with nightmares that woke him up in a cold sweat, dreams that made him question his reality.
Leth always aided him in these times of confusion. Reality, to Savos, was a tricky thing. There was nothing to prove that he was not hallucinating everything he saw, nothing to prove why he was here today. If a dream could convince him that he was alive, and just as scared of death as he would be awake, how could his waking state be deemed “Reality”?. Naturally, it was a thought that the morning would generally discard as a waste of time and energy. But when Leth reigned in the sky, he urged Savos to search, to wonder.
The thing that sent Savos to the port, specifically, was not just to feel the cold breeze waft over his skin. In his dream, he had remembered his lost home. Savos was on one of Lhavit's mystical fadeong boats, but the port he was in was Denval's. There were people there, faceless creatures that spoke in rhythm to a song that he could not hear. For some reason, Savos was positive that if he fell into the black depths of the ocean, he would not be able to swim. So, the silhouetted nightmares pushed him.
He sank like a boulder to the bottom, and there, among the Algae and alien-like fish of the depths, were his parents. Not just them, but more people that he had known and cared for in his time there. His teachers at the academy. A girl he had had a short-lived relationship with. Even the people who hated him were there.
Even though they were all together there, every single figure looked unbearably lonely. They stood there, as still as the very peaks of the Lhavit's mountains, while algae swayed undeterred between them. Savos did not feel the usual grief from looking into his parent's dead eyes. He felt their desolation, he felt that if he returned to Denval, he would not find their rotting corpses. Instead, He felt like he could swim down to that very bay and find them all standing there, waiting for some God to realize that they had sunk too soon, and it was time to let them come back up to shore.
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The fishers in the Tranquil Port were waking up before sunrise as usual. No one really minded Savos' presence as he walked along the dock and found a seat looking out toward the bay. He turned his dream over and over in his head, trying to remember every singular detail before the memory could slip out of his mind. Syna's light was beginning to break over the horizon, but Leth was still high in the sky. He would always set very late in the Summer, and Savos was grateful for that. He felt like the God was somehow helping him to recall his nightly vision. After all, if he had woken up in the morning, he would probably not even remember why he felt such sorrow.
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