Dreamer's Throne

Chapter 17



Path of the Watcher - Dream Gardener

Growing in strength through observing the thoughts and actions of those who wander the Dream, the Watcher learns to use Aether to connect with those whose minds are touched by the Dream. Though without a way to defend themselves initially, this path is suited for those who know how to make hidden knowledge work for them.

Sub-Path: Dream Gardener - Those who cultivate Dream Flowers in the Dream are known as Dream Gardeners, planting and tending to the flowers that create the connections others need to access the Dream. As a Dream Gardener, you gain experience points for each seed you successfully cultivate into a flower.

You have grown a Dream Flower. You have gained 1 EXP.

EXP: 10/40

Along with the windows that flooded his vision, Garrett felt a rush of information entering his head as the connection was formed between him and the robed man who now bore three Dream Flowers. Unfortunately, the cost of such rapid growth was the rest of the energy in Garrett’s soul spark, and as the world of the Dream began to fade around him, Garrett realized he’d miscalculated how much energy he still possessed. Unable to do anything, Garrett blanked out, waking up a moment later in his bed.

He hadn’t been kicked out of the Dream by running out of energy for a good while, so waking up with a pounding headache and a deep feeling of emptiness in his chest was terribly uncomfortable. Looking around the room with bleary eyes, he tried to find a clue about what time it was, but the darkness provided no answer. Turning over with a groan, Garrett pushed his throbbing head into his pillow and closed his eyes, mercifully sinking into an exhausted sleep a few moments later.

When he woke again, the sun was shining in the small window and breakfast was on the table, but most importantly his drained energy had recovered, erasing the splitting headache he had suffered from the night before. Feeling refreshed, Garrett pulled himself up and got a plate of food. Ryn was nowhere to be seen, but Garrett didn’t let that stop him. While he ate, he thought through the previous day’s adventures, from his encounter with the adventurers to learning about the betrayal and unlocking the Dream Gardener sub-path. A lot had happened in rapid succession, both clarifying Garrett’s new assumptions about how the path of the Watcher was meant to be played and introducing a whole new host of questions.

More pressing, however, was dealing with the coming betrayal and ensuring that the gang wouldn’t suffer. The tricky bit was the fact that Garrett had absolutely no proof that anything was going to happen. He could, of course, publicly accuse the traitor and point out his betrayal, but that would cause him to lose one of the people carrying his Dream Flower, cutting off a potential source of experience. Biting off a piece of the roast he was eating, Garrett chewed the meat slowly as his mind whirled, filled with plans to get the highest possible value from the twisted situation.

I can spend an experience point to plant a Dream Seed and gain experience for each flower I grow. The question is, can I net more experience than I spend, or do I need to observe the person who’s carrying the flower having a lucid dream, meeting nightmares, and so on? I should be able to test all of this with these two people I planted seeds on, but before I can do that I need to deal with this traitor situation.

As his plan came together, Garrett was knocked out of his thoughts by Ryn, who popped her head into the room, checking to see if Garrett was up yet. When she saw him eating breakfast, she burst through the door with her normal enthusiasm.

“Hey! Morning! Are you done with breakfast? I can clear that for you. You know, I just wanted to say sorry for yesterday afternoon. I thought it would be fun to go out to the market, and I think it would have been if we hadn’t run into those idiots, but you never know with adventurers. Most of them are fine, so long as you leave them alone, but there are always those bullies who like to lord it over the rest of us. But they’ll be sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Garrett said, dabbing his lips with his napkin. “You’re not responsible for other people’s behavior.”

“It’s not fine,” Ryn said, her expression growing hard. “They may be awakened, but that doesn’t mean they can do what they want. Besides, no one gets to treat me like that and get away with it.”

Seeing the look in her eyes, Garrett’s eyebrows slowly rose.

“Are you planning something?”

“I’ve got some ideas,” Ryn said, her lips flashing a quick smile.

Curious, Garrett leaned forward, interested in hearing her thoughts. Initially, he had assumed that there were no options but letting things lay as they had fallen, but since Ryn had other ideas, he was open to evening the score. Grabbing her chair and flipping it around, Ryn straddled it, her arms resting on the back.

“Awakened are dangerous, but that doesn’t mean that they’re omnipotent, and thugs like the guy who roughed us up are barely a cut above a normal person. I’ve been casing the room where he stays, and it looks like it wouldn’t be too hard to slip in and liberate a few of his things.”

Rubbing his chin, Garrett thought for a moment, and nodded.

“What do you need?”

Smiling, Ryn’s fingers flashed, and a list appeared on the table.

“I need two silver coins so I can get a new set of tools. It’s a long story, but mine are mostly broken or gone, which makes it really hard to do what I do. Two silver will get me everything I need.”

“Fine by me. They’ll come in handy in the future as well,” Garrett said with a smile, reaching for the pouch at his side. “Here you go.

Her eyes gleaming with excitement, Ryn grabbed the two silver and stood up.

“Thanks.”

Putting the coin purse away, Garrett gave her a half shrug and a smile.

“It's your money too. Remember, we’re partners in this. How are things out there?”

“Eh, quiet. Most everyone is busy with something, though no one will tell me what it is,” Ryn said, frowning. “But Gorn did say that he’d bring your new wheelchair over later today. I can’t believe that idiot broke it like that. If I was Awakened I would have beaten his head in right then and there, but don’t worry, I won’t let him get away with it.”

“Keep me posted on how it goes. Is Henrick in his office?”

“Nope, he left this morning with a big group. Why? You need me to find him?”

Shaking his head, Garrett picked up his quill, flicking the feathers idly.

“It’s fine if I talk with him when he gets back. Can you let me know when he returns?”

“Sure.”

Once the table was cleared, Garrett sat back on his bed and closed his eyes. His side barely ached at all, a testament to the increased healing his body enjoyed as an Awakened. Yet, at the same time, the space around his soul spark was tightly contained, not allowing any energy to leak out. Garrett could only assume that it was this restriction that rose and fell with the passing of the sun that both shielded him, preventing others from discovering his Awakening, and prevented him from entering into the Dream during the daytime.

Sitting in his bed, thinking about all the things he wanted to do, Garrett couldn’t help but feel incredibly frustrated. Had he been able to walk, he would have spent his day hunting down the robed figure from the night before to learn more about him and the situation, but given his condition, he couldn’t move. Any time he closed his eyes, he could feel the connection he had with the Dream Flowers, but it was a rough, tenuous line.

The brief taste of relative freedom he’d enjoyed thanks to the wheelchair made being confined even more bitter, but he did his best to distract himself by trying to plan out what would likely be happening over the next few weeks. There was only so much he could do, however, and Garrett was soon left with a long day stretching out ahead of him and no way to pass the time. With no other options, he decided to try and test out the connections he had with the Dream Flowers.

Focusing his attention inward, he saw four little glows hovering near his soul spark. The largest, by far, were the flowers that covered the hallway of the inn’s first floor. With his constant attention, they had begun to grow into the great room, and the large plant sat like a beacon in his mind. The three smaller flickers of light in his head represented Gorn, the Ghoul’s Tooth gang member turned traitor, and the mysterious robed figure Garrett had just planted a seed on the night before. While the connection gave him a rough sense of where they were at present, or at least how far away from him and in what direction, there was a general haziness to the information he was getting.

I bet I could increase the quality of the connection if I could use my soul spark energy, but it’s so tightly bound up, I don’t know if I can access it.

Setting his mind to this first task, Garrett worked on accessing the energy in his soul spark. When he walked in the Dream, accessing the energy was simply a matter of aiming his attention at whatever it was he wanted to do. By directing his attention he could also guide the flow of energy, strengthening and weakening it at whim. Outside of the Dream, however, all the energy contained in his soul spark was tightly bound up in a shining orb that was impervious to his attempts to direct it.

Despite trying everything he could think of to pull energy away from his soul spark, Garrett found himself in exactly the same place as where he’d started nearly two hours later. Letting out a frustrated sigh, he checked the connections again and his attitude immediately improved when he saw Gorn was headed in his direction. A few minutes later there was a knock at his door and Gorn stuck his head into the small room. Seeing Garrett wave him in, he opened the door and pushed a new wheelchair in.

“I had the carpenter fix one of the failed chairs up for you. It’s not as nice as the chair you had, but it’s better than nothing, right?”

“Absolutely,” Garrett said, grinning.

Maneuvering himself to the edge of the bed, Garrett waited for Gorn to bring the chair over and then moved himself into it. Turning it around by moving one of his wheels, Garrett nodded happily.

“This is great, thanks. Anything beats just lying in bed.”

“I bet. Ryn said you were looking for Henrick, but he isn’t back yet. Anything I can help you with?”

Glancing up at Gorn, Garrett’s thoughts spun for a moment and he nodded.

“Actually, yes. Would you mind if I picked your brain about your Awakening?”

Garrett knew he was taking a risk by asking Gorn about this subject because Awakened tended to jealously guard this sort of knowledge, since it directly impacted their personal safety, but he was curious how far the influence of the Dream Flower extended. Gorn, who had just taken a hold of the back of his wheelchair, paused, his face shifting through a dozen emotions in rapid succession. At the same time, Garrett could feel pulses of anger, goodwill, confusion, and even excitement through the faint connection he had with the Dream Flower Gorn carried.

Shaking his head, as if to clear the confusion brought by his rapidly changing feelings, Gorn smiled.

“Sure, I can explain a bit about it. Nothing specific to me, of course. That’s private information and honestly I probably shouldn’t be talking about it at all. It could be really dangerous for me if the wrong people learned about my Awakening.”

Sensing Gorn’s emotions starting to shift into negative territory, Garrett hurried to reassure him.

“That’s fine. You don’t even have to tell me about yourself specifically. I’m more interested in the general process and how people who are newly Awakened improve.”

A clear feeling of relief trickled over from Gorn and his whole body relaxed considerably.

“Oh, that’s it?” Gorn chuckled. “I thought you were trying to learn about me specifically.”

Pushing Garrett into the great room, Gorn pulled him up to a table and took a seat across from him, signaling to the waitress with a wave. Hurrying over, she smiled shyly at Garrett before speaking to Gorn, a faint flicker of fear in her eyes.

“What can I get you, sir?”

“Does the cook have lunch ready?”

“Yes, sir.”

“We’ll take lunch and two ales.”

“Yes, sir.”

Hurrying to the kitchen to put in the order, the waitress left Gorn and Garrett to talk. Using his sleeve to wipe at the table, Gorn gave Garrett a searching glance.

“How much do you know about Awakening?”

“I know that it’s different for everyone,” Garrett replied, “and that most people Awaken during times of intense stress.”

“That’s right. Are you familiar with the categorizations?”

“You mean Weapon Sparks, Monster Sparks, and Tool Sparks?”

“Yeah, there are three different types of sparks that can be awoken, but what most people don’t realize is that sparks aren’t set in a category when the person Awakens.”

“Really? I thought that was set from the beginning.”

“No, that’s a common misconception,” Gorn said, shaking his head. “A person who Awakens enters the lighting stage. Typically, we just call them Awakeners. Once their spark is grown to the point that it starts to take shape, we call them Shapers.”

“And Manifesters are those who reach the final level, right?”

“Exactly. Manifesters can project their spark outside their bodies. But what I was saying is that Awakeners just have a regular old soul spark. It has no specific shape. However, over time as the spark grows, it starts to naturally form a shape, based on what sorts of actions the Awakened takes and what sorts of beliefs they have about themselves.”

His eyes going wide, Garrett tapped on the table.

“Ah, that makes sense why it’s so dangerous to tell people about your specific spark. If someone knows about you and your spark, they can take action to disrupt your beliefs about yourself.”

“Yup, which kills your ability to grow. See, the key to growing from an Awakened to a Shaper is holding a clear mental image of what you’re going to become. That’s what gives your soul spark shape in the first place. Only by holding that clear visual are you able to remove the natural restriction that surrounds your soul spark.”

“Natural restriction?” Garrett asked, leaning forward to listen carefully.

Pausing while the waitress put their food down on the table, Gorn took a long drink from his glass and smacked his lips.

“Mm, yeah, people think that being an Awakened is all gravy, and don’t get me wrong, it’s awfully convenient to not be weak like a regular person, but it’s also a lot of work. When you Awaken, your soul spark is full of energy, but it’s also sealed and it needs to be ‘woken up.’ Which is why someone in this stage is called an Awakener in the first place. In the first stage, you awaken your soul spark, in the second you shape it, and in the third you bring it into the world.”


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