Yuki's Dream - PV

The first time you have this dream, you are a child. Five years old. You dream of a weight on your chest. Earth and water pressing down on you. A flame burning in your chest, scorching you and warming you. Shadows and tendrils of inky blackness gripping your ankles, before pulling you down into the void.
You wake up gasping for breath.
This dream is going to accompany you on and of again over the years. Sometimes you get it two or three times a year. Sometimes not at all. Sometimes the fire burns brighter. And brighter. Burning you up from the inside - but also burning away the shadows.
Other times it is barely a flicker, before darkness consumes both the flame and you.

When you're about fifteen, the dream changes. You're standing on bare rock and earth, burned and blackened, pools of darkness slowely bubbling. You see darkness swallowing up the horizon. You see life growing from the burned ground, fighting for survival. You feel the by now familiar tendrils of shadow grabbing your ankles, trying to pull you down. You feel the fire in your chest, burning, burning so hot, you've never felt anything like it.
You are swallowed by darkness.

When you're eighteen the dream changes again. You're standing on bare rock and earth, burned and blackend, thick, visious darkness slowely covering the ground, bubbling and sizzling. You see life, grown from the rich burned ground succumbing to the tar like shadows.
You see people rising from the ashes, wreathed in flame and fire, fighters, casters, priests, burning from the inside, burning from the outside, being the flame. You see them fighting, pushing back the shadows, see fire razing the land to the ground, burning every fibre of darkness they encounter.
You wake up, the feeling of fire in the back of your throat, the taste of ash on your tongue.

The next day Tanebra is burning.