Unfortunately, her sleep was anything but calm and quiet. She was subject to a very striking dream.
She was in a field, beneath a giant oak tree. She was laying against it and there was a weight against her lap. Down in her lap, Rafe was laying. The kind and handsome young man that played his sweet music for her. The hurt and lost young boy that needed her care and her compassion to find his solace. He smiled softly at her and caressed his hand on her thigh a bit. He spoke to her, but no sound came of it as he nuzzled against her and relaxed against her as a blissful feeling of peace, compassion, and serenity passed over this realm.
But a sharp sound threatened the peace. A loud, screeching cawing came as a raven drew close to her and landed on the ground near her. In its eyes she saw something reflecting, something burning. After only a moment, it dawned that it was looking at something behind her. The fields turned dark and barren and the shining sun became a moon emblazoned with white fiery light around it. Above her, instead of the oak, was a great visage of a giant raven-thing standing tall over her, sheathed in blue flame. Its eyes glowing with the same intense red light that she believed she saw in Rafe's eyes. Beneath her, in her lap, Rafe now wore his cursed armor and rich red blood ran from his lips, his skin pale, his eyes closed. A deep bloody gash was torn through his torso just beneath the chest, the manner of the wound proclaiming that death had surely claimed him.
Emitting an aura of fear and mind-blasting power, much like the one that had surrounded Rafe in the fight in Lyre, the raven-thing spoke to her. "Come child...see what must be seen..."
The eye of the great raven expanded to fill her entire field of view. It was raining at night and two dark figures were fighting amidst a city, but no one save them were around. Their armor was black and striking and they both wore stylized helmets. Doom and Fate. Rafe and that man that had led the Black Riders. They lifted their visors to speak to one another.
"Don't be a fool...you can't win here. There is no victory to be found here..." Fate's words were damning and rang of finality.
Rafe's form was battered and beaten, his armor dented and his face bruised. "I have my soul...I have my conscious...I can say...that when I die, people will mourn my loss...I have people that depend on me."
Fate gave him a cruel laugh. "Die with your soul, die with your people. I will not! I have embraced the power we were given and I shall walk with it forever!" He pushed his visor down and his form changed as he strode forward. A black mist followed him until he took the form of a shadowed and hooded creature without flesh or armor. Rafe's visor went down and a pair of great black wings emerged from his back. Their blades clashed, both swords long and great, Fate's black curved, thick, and ragged on its edge, while Rafe's two-handed black was long and almost spear-like, and he wielded it as such.
The movements were supernaturally fast, and the strikes hammered against one another, with each move calculated several turns in advance like a game of chess. But Fate was a vicious fighter and a master of the sword. He headbutted Rafe's helm, denting it inward, causing blood to issue forth from the visor. Then a knee to the stomach, the blow ringing through the plate mail into flesh and muscle. A swift stroke from behind cut along Rafe's legs forcing him to his knees which was responded to with a hard backhanded slap to the ground. Rafe was battered and hurt, struggling to reach his disarmed blade.
"Goodbye, young fool...if you wish to die for your pitiful cause, then do so fast and begone from my sight. You are no longer worth to be called Doom." The sword plunged through Rafe's torso emerging from the front of him. "Lowly worm..." A twist of the blade ended Rafe.
She was awakened by a shaking of her form. Rafe stood before her, looking at her. "Are you ok, Lady Candira? We're at Namira's Crossing, the first village. We're just about at a coaching house in the village." Coaching houses were important places on trade and travel routes, offering stables, inns, and eateries for weary travelers that kept people safe from brigands and wild animals.