World Orb: "There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge.-"
...Ah, sorry, I was having too much fun with old fads. The World Orb is an orb that allows you to face and talk to yourself in a dream, very creepy. However, this 'other' you has gone through a set of completely different circumstances than your own, so he/she may either help or hinder your knowledge of the future and even yourself. What will your other you disclose with you?
Aedan didn't believe in fortune telling, reincarnation, or other superstitions, not because he thought it was rubbish, but because he had seen what the so-called “supernatural” was and found the truth to be mostly more underwhelming than what people had come up with in their imagination. The spirits that lead you into damnation? Fire spirits that look like imps, and have terrible breath. Mermaids that are said to bewitch the mind of sailors and drag them into the reefs to a horrible watery death? Water spirits that were lonely. Dragons? Eat love bugs as snack. No really, there was always an answer to all those myths he'd listened and read about with shining eyes as a child, and the truth had been less than stellar. So when asked whether he wanted a tarot reading, or maybe an orb to find answers to questions he may have, the apprentice wizard was hesitant to put it mildly.
In the end he did accept an orb, one he thought would be the best suited to him, because he was still in the process of finding himself, leaving him with too many vague questions that he didn't want to waste on a precious item like this. It was said to be the world orb, a tool to view a 'different self', whatever that meant. He didn't have much faith in it anyway...
The darkness was not entirely unexpected, but still somewhat unsettling, making Aedan wonder if he'd done it right, but then a small light appeared before him, growing in brilliance until he was blinded and had to raise his arm to protect his eyes. When it ebbed again, he found himself staring at a pair of feet, mud covered boots and pants that spoke of a different time period entirely, the young man knew it had worked. Slowly he lowered his arm to see whom he was facing, though he knew it would be an alternate version of himself, yet still wasn't prepared to see his own cold eyes glaring back at himself. Sure, this could be considered looking into a mirror, but your mirror image normally didn't judge you, or look like it had seen things that had marred the soul. That look alone had Aedan swallow a hard lump that felt stuck in his throat, and unable to say a single word to his alternate self. He who looked like a wanderer, with his travel weary tunic and pants, the cloak that was of a deep green color and spoke of good fabric, but the eyes of someone who had known the world, and went through the suffering of the death of a loved one.
“I see you are younger than I am,” he spoke softly, in a much gentler tone than Aedan would have expected from those eyes, causing the young apprentice to flinch before nodding. “A wizard.... with some training,” he commented, continuing in his assessment “...and the burden of innocence.” That statement seemed so at odds with those eyes, Aedan took a breath and dared to ask. “What do you mean?” his own voice sounded odd, much younger than he was now, but so infinitely more innocent in an inexplicable way compared to his older self “why do you make it sound like that's a bad thing?”. “You have yet to kill someone, be it an enemy, nor a loved one, that is why it is a burden. An unmarred heart can be a hindrance, and a shackle. I lost it because of my time and circumstances, but as long as shadows and knights exist even in your world, you cannot escape this truth.” His words weighed heavy in the darkness of the room, leaving a bitter taste in Aedan's mouth as he tried to think of what he could say in return, or maybe ask that would help him now, when the man spoke again. “You are also in love. I can see it in your eyes, in the way you try to close yourself off, but are unable to hide this precious light in your life. Do not lose it.” Those words cut through to his core, leaving him even more shaken. “But know this too, do not take it for granted. Take nothing for granted. Your time is limited even with a pact, and you have to be ready for that loss, because if you are not, it will break you.”
There was the sound of glass shattering, and Aedan found himself lying on his back, breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling of his own room. Words echoed in his mind, like a whisper in the silence that had settled, but they left him feeling haunted. Who had said this would be fun? Who had said it would help him find himself? Liars. Liars...