Patron Saints/Zhubin's Dream 1

From Greenthings

<Greenling> You're back on the caravan.
<Zhubin> Zhubin looks around, glancing at the caravan.
<Greenling> It's just like old times. Your fellows, your camels, etc.
<Zhubin> "Ah, another glorious day with trading partners, my family, and a good cargo."
<Greenling> You're heading to Gem.
<Greenling> ...Some part of your brain is saying, oh god, not again.
<Zhubin> "This is uncanny."
<Greenling> The way is long and hard. The Sun is bright in the sky.
<Zhubin> "Ah, I must be worried over nothing. Azra, children, stay close to the wagons."
<Greenling> You don't see them anywhere.
<Zhubin> "Children? Where are you?" Zhubin begins looking for his wife and kids.
<Greenling> ...Actually, you don't see anyone at all.
<Greenling> The road's changed slightly.
<Greenling> The desert sands are bright red.
<Greenling> Still moving on.
<Zhubin> Zhubin looks around. "By the Dragons, where is everyone?"
<Greenling> The wind starts blowing.
<Greenling> It starts tearing pieces of canvas off the caravan.
<Greenling> It's very rough...
<Greenling> You keep going.
<Zhubin> Zhubin pulls a thing piece of cloth over his face to cover his eyes from sand. "Onwards."
<Greenling> The wind gets rougher. You hear nothing but the sound of your camels and the flap of torn canvas.
<Greenling> The Sun is less bright here.
<Greenling> Keep going?
<Zhubin> "My destination is still ahead of me. I feel it. Onwards."
<Zhubin> Zhubin struggles forward.
<Greenling> The wind wraps around you. The camels are beginning to bleed.
<Zhubin> "Cute, Fluffy, don't despair." Zhubin takes cloths from his body and wraps them around the camels to protect them. "We can make it."
<Greenling> The desert seems to stretch on forever, and the Sun's warmth is fading.
<Greenling> ...Is this the way to Gem?
<Zhubin> "I lost my way. I've lost it all."
<Zhubin> Zhubin stops and looks around.
<Greenling> You look around. Desert... desert...
<Greenling> ...The caravan disappears.
<Greenling> The Sun is gone, the light coming from the clear sky. There's nothing here at all.
<Greenling> The wind bites into your clothes.
<Zhubin> "No. This is wrong. This is not the place I should be!"
<Zhubin> "I refuse to be here. I refuse this."
<Greenling> "You've been abandoned..." says a voice from behind you.
<Greenling> "Come. Clearly He doesn't want you. We'll take you in..."
<Zhubin> "No. This place is wrong. This is not where I belong."
<Greenling> There's a hissing sound. The wind bites into you.
<Greenling> "You will change your mind..."
<Zhubin> "No. It will not change. There is no warmth here, no loving Sun."
<Zhubin> "This place. It should not be."
<Greenling> The wind suddenly twists around you, then picks up. It picks you up and hurls you at speeds you can't even comprehend...
<Greenling> Before you can blink, you're back on the caravan, heading to Gem.
<Greenling> ...This feels different from before. You couldn't tell when it was gradual, but the sudden shift is noticable.
<Greenling> You're sitting beside a large gruff man in furs.
<Zhubin> Zhubin blinks, turning his head. The Sun is a normal color at least.
<Greenling> It's a huge guy with adorable little round fuzzy ears. o.o
<Greenling> Also, for some reason, you seem to be female.
<Greenling> Other that that, everything's normal?
<Zhubin> "What is this? This isn't as it should be."
<Greenling> "Huh?" he looks at you.
<Zhubin> "This body. It isn't mine."
<Greenling> "That tends to happen when you die." He grins widely.
<Greenling> "What do you want from me? I don't exist either, anymore."
<Zhubin> "If we don't exist, where are we? This isn't the Underworld that I've learned of."
<Greenling> "I dunno. We don't, but someone else does."
<Zhubin> "Then who? Last thing I remember isn't dying. It was just setting camp."
<Greenling> He reaches over and musses your hair. "Heh. If everything works out and you don't die? Tell me I still owe you five silver for that night in Hollow. I wanna fuck with him."
<Greenling> "'Kay?"
<Zhubin> "Ok. 5 silver from Hollow. But who are you, and who do you think I am?"
<Greenling> "You'll figure it out."
<Greenling> Suddenly, you're awake, there's a fire, and Little Tyrant seems to be sleeping next to you.
<Greenling> It's kinda hot.
<Zhubin> "Nothing ever makes sense anymore, does it?" Zhubin lightly sighs. And then realizes he's changed, yet again.
<Zhubin> "If Little Bastard is here, the Big Bastard must be too." Zhubin sits up, looking at what body he's stuck in this time.
<Greenling> You look like you.