Aaron's Journal, Part Seven

3:12 am I had a bad dream. I was back in the bubble I made from New York. Maladin was there, as well as the prisoner. I had the Jewel in my hands, all covered in blood. I wasn't sure where the blood came from, but then the man was there, with his arms around me, cradling me, whispering in my ear.

I think Maladin was just watching... I knew I had the power. I could feel all of the void around me, and at the edges all of the Pattern holding together my world, my cosmos. It was all under my Will. So I willed the people to come back, and they did.

Their minds were shattered from being brought back, all of them mindless psychotic beings. They then were imbued with the warped Pattern, and started ripping into me... all of them tearing at my flesh, gnawing at my bones, trying to massacre my body. And... the Pattern kept me alive. And the man was just watching and smiling along with Maladin. I remember thinking before I woke up... I wondered if it would be easier to give up and let them take over or just have the Pattern to let me exist. They both seemed to be a losing choice.

I remember at night before I would go to sleep that I would quietly check my neck for any traces of the knife cut to my throat. I always thought there was a scar, but examinations in the mirror told me different. But when I would just touch it, it was as if it was just under the skin, undetectable. Back to sleep

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