He thought back into his past, to a time before he was controlled by Daath. He looked up and ahead to find himself leaning against the Fay Wall. He didn't know what he was thinking about back then, other than the only thing he wanted. A miracle. An answer. Something. But nothing had come to him in his Visions. The Novaists whose beautiful voices echoed from inside the Fay Wall gave little comfort. Nafury didn't see in the past that Cirrus was standing at the end of the Halls of Aragmoth watching him. He only saw him now. His friend was a piece of the miracle that he needed. Ubi stood near him, examining the memory with interest. She saw Cirrus moments after he did. "That's him?" Ubi asked. "Yes," Nafury replied. "He's beautiful," Ubi thought aloud. Everything in this Dream of the past would be heard from her thoughts either way. Cirrus had helped Nafury obtain his shift at the bottom of the Eternal Waters. It was a horribly deformed and a wretched form of a brownish-black dragon. It hurt Nafury to see his best friend shift out of his beautiful, human-like appearance and into his white dragon form. He tried to will Cirrus to not shift without saying it to him as their eyes met.
