Daydreams...they're nightmares now. I don't know how much more I can take. I can hear death laughing. He holds a sword like mine but the colors are reversed. I watch them change. The blue of the sword fades into black and the purple of the dragon drips like blood turning red. Blue for life. Black for death. I don't want to be the key. Behind him is a wall, a door. I see the wind crying. A second door , I see the one who holds the magic at bay. I take a step forward and flames erupt. They're hungry, promised a feast. I run. I can't save the world here. I close my eyes and call the wind. I'm desperate, a crack, and a door appears in my mind. I can save the wind but ill be vulnerable. I'm the key. I crack the door and let the wind in. Laughter. He let me take it. You're brave he says. But can the wind help you save the world by yourself?