The dream alone is enough to unsettle Mat and have him on edge. Unfortunately this means he's restlessly roaming the castle or changing things up in his domain in the Horizon, where anyone might easily bump into him...
Memory 1 - CW: Child Neglect
A dark, tiny hovel. There's dirt on the floor and the windows are shuttered with nothing but pinned cloth. Three children huddle together in a hollowed out space in the wall, a boy of about eleven with Mat's curly dark hair and hazel eyes with his arms around two very young girls...
Memory 2
Nighttime. Crickets are chirping and a night-bird is calling. This is a small village, a handful of stone and thatch buildings visible, mountains in the near distance. Mat, a few years younger than he is in Abraxas and dressed in a dirty gray shirt and worn green jacket, stands with his fists balled in front of an older man with a red face, both of them appear angry...
Memory 3
Night again. Inside a dark building. The smell of smoke is on the air and people are screaming. It's chaos, even in here. Frightened people huddle together. Mat, in his worn green jacket and dirty shirt, is addressing an older man and woman.
"Where are they?" he's screaming. "Where are the girls?"
Memory 4 - CW: Possession
The empty streets of a dead city. It's cold. Something smells wrong. Mat is running. There's another young man with him, red haired and dressed in an animal skin coat. They're fleeing as though for their lives.
It flickers for a moment with another image. Mat in a darkened chamber, crouching in front of a chest, eyes dark and intent...
Memory 5
Sunlight. People laughing and calling out. Music. Mat sits on a balcony, legs dangling over the side, next to the red haired young man. They're watching the street below, expectantly. Mat looks ill, hollows under his eyes and a sheen of sweat on his skin...
Memory 6 - CW: Possession
A bedroom. Mat is in bed, bathed in sweat, shifting with pain. He groans. Two voices can be heard outside the door, a young man and a woman. The words are hard to make out but they're arguing. Mat attempts to lift his head but can't manage it..
Memory 7
Mat stands alone in an open field. There's a stone structure before him with a shimmering surface between the two towers of stone. Mat is staring at it, face contorted in confliction as he looks from the structure to behind him and back...
Mat Cauthon - Thorne - Wheel of Fortune
Memory 1 - CW: Child Neglect
A dark, tiny hovel. There's dirt on the floor and the windows are shuttered with nothing but pinned cloth. Three children huddle together in a hollowed out space in the wall, a boy of about eleven with Mat's curly dark hair and hazel eyes with his arms around two very young girls...
Memory 2
Nighttime. Crickets are chirping and a night-bird is calling. This is a small village, a handful of stone and thatch buildings visible, mountains in the near distance. Mat, a few years younger than he is in Abraxas and dressed in a dirty gray shirt and worn green jacket, stands with his fists balled in front of an older man with a red face, both of them appear angry...
Memory 3
Night again. Inside a dark building. The smell of smoke is on the air and people are screaming. It's chaos, even in here. Frightened people huddle together. Mat, in his worn green jacket and dirty shirt, is addressing an older man and woman.
"Where are they?" he's screaming. "Where are the girls?"
Memory 4 - CW: Possession
The empty streets of a dead city. It's cold. Something smells wrong. Mat is running. There's another young man with him, red haired and dressed in an animal skin coat. They're fleeing as though for their lives.
It flickers for a moment with another image. Mat in a darkened chamber, crouching in front of a chest, eyes dark and intent...
Memory 5
Sunlight. People laughing and calling out. Music. Mat sits on a balcony, legs dangling over the side, next to the red haired young man. They're watching the street below, expectantly. Mat looks ill, hollows under his eyes and a sheen of sweat on his skin...
Memory 6 - CW: Possession
A bedroom. Mat is in bed, bathed in sweat, shifting with pain. He groans. Two voices can be heard outside the door, a young man and a woman. The words are hard to make out but they're arguing. Mat attempts to lift his head but can't manage it..
Memory 7
Mat stands alone in an open field. There's a stone structure before him with a shimmering surface between the two towers of stone. Mat is staring at it, face contorted in confliction as he looks from the structure to behind him and back...