The Weight of Worlds

by LysanderasD

Prologue: Voices, as from far away...

437 AL

A door opens.

“Davis!”

A rustling. The sound of unwanted awakening. Frustration at being torn from the depths of a dream. “Mh’whadisit?”

“Davis, you need to come look at this!”

A pause.

“It’s three in the bloody morning…”

“This is serious! It’s happening again.”

“Ngh… just give me like three minutes....”

“Davis, please. Hurry! You don’t even have to get dressed, you’ll miss it!”

“Okay, okay, fine…”

Footsteps. Bare feet on bare floor. Grumbling and frustration.

The same voices, and more. Hushed and anticipating. Waiting for confirmation.

The clatter of a keyboard and the sound of collective gasps.

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Elsewhere, distant, another door opens. The sound of hooves on bare floor.

“How are they?”

“They’re resting for now.”

“They did well, for their first time. That’s what they say, you know—the first time is the hardest.”

A pause.

“Good night, Stellar Circle. Good night, Grand Dream.”

Another pause.

“I’m sorry.”

A door closes.