Letter to Lottodad #2

Hi Lottodad,
 
I'm going to make this short, I'm still unpacking my feelings.
 
Here is the run down, we went to the Emerald Grove the druids homegrounds, we met Arthom's master/trainer and they informed us dreamwalkers are getting stuck in dreams for months, they wanted non-dreamwalkers to try to lure the nightmare dragon out. We all went to sleep but before we did I enchanted my shirt making sure it would wake me up if I got stuck in the Dreamworld, I enchanted it to scream at me if I stayed in the dream too long.

I got stuck in a dream with Lucid, we were getting chased by children wraiths and a Ghost-like figure wearing Auerlian armour. Lucid gets caught by the children wraith and pleads for help, but I had an inkling feeling if I defeated this Ghost-like figure I could free him, but that's hard to explain that to someone screaming for help. So I lied. I told him I knew who this figure was and this would end the nightmare, I had a gut feeling but had no idea who this guy was nor if I could defeat him in time.
Thankfully I did, but I'm feeling a mixture of shame for lying but also pride in my fast decision-making skills.
To be truthful, I don't know this guy and I took the extra steps to ensure I wouldn't get trapped. Why would I let myself get trapped in a nightmare for someone I don't know? And surely enough if I stayed there long enough my enchantment would wake up and I could probably get one of the dreamwalkers to wake him up if anything went wrong.

And that Aurelian figure, the embodiment of war and stupid pride in senseless slaughter, so many lives taken and the gall to be proud of those conquests. I'm tired of the blind arrogance that runs in my own kind, those loud, uneducated brutes, their ignorance shining through every action. They have no right to claim the power and recognition that they do not deserve.
 
I reject this path. Fuck these familial burdens, I'm forging my own destiny through my craft. It is my only way forward.