After a week spent training in the Dark World, Emrys returned to the real world feeling good about his progress. He could shout at will now. When he carried out his blood-rage, he found he had better control. He was beginning to feel like a true mage, like a force of nature.
Dara had been right though, his dreams were getting a little stranger. They were filled with visions of branches clasping at his wrists and ankles, binding him, holding him prisoner. When he awoke, he could have sworn he felt the ghost of their grip upon him.
But they were just dreams. The bone tree might have been in his thoughts, but he was still in control, for now. He decided to let the future be what it will be. For now, all that mattered was fighting. All that mattered was having the strength to overcome Gw
