The Elderien Chronicles

Vision

He was back at the inn.

Blaize gasped softly as he found himself standing at the entrance of the inn again. It was dark, and the moon was nowhere to be found. The air was chilly with a pungent smell that seemed to irritate Blaize to the depth of his soul.

He groaned while he slowly stepped inside. As he did so, he could feel the wave in the air, the antigravity around him, almost pulling him from the ground. The force of antigravity was already levitating some people, leaves, dirt, and other light materials from the ground.

How did he get there? The last time he checked, he was at the healer's place, taking care of Victoria. He had eaten something there when it was nighttime and stood guard by the door. He must be dreaming then. That was the only logical explanation for what was happening to him.

Blaize looked back into the streets and found them empty. The darkness spread across it like a cloak and it prevented him From seeing more ran a few feet away from him. There was no sound fro