Varia sits herself gently and looks at the priest's eyes. She saw a wisdom in him she saw in no other.

"I'm dreaming that I'm falling. Falling so very far from world into a deep darkness, full of death and blood." She held her heart in pain. "I see demonic creatures, battles. I'm in the middle of it all in white armour...I....am glowing. I am trying to reach people butI keep getting dragged away."

And suddenly as if reliving her dream, she was transported inside her own mind. 

A battlefield, full of the dead, she walks amongst the bodies. Looking around she hears the fires crackling. All had gone quiet now. She knew she had to reach someone. Someone very important.  On the horizon, the hot wind blowing against her soft cheeks and gently furrows her long locks back from her shoulders. A man stood in silhouette against the blood red sky. It was the person she was searching for. Her hand reaches out to reach for him. He slowly turned around to face her.

But before she could reach him and see his face, the ground beneath her falls away and she wakes up on Earth every morning after the same repeated nightmare. Every night she dreamt one step further and sees a little bit more of the mysterious man turning to face her inch by inch but still she couldnt make out the colour of his eyes. All she knew was the shape of his chin and nose as a black shadow.

"And that's when I wake up. I dream of somewhere that isn't on this Earth. I have no idea who this man is but I know him." Varia sighs and leans back in her chair. "I have no idea if this is all connected or not but it all started at the same time as these earthquakes and eruptions. It's more than just a hunch. It's like I can [i]feel [/i]it inside my soul." She explained best she could, thinking she was beginning to sound crazy.