The runes hung in the air for a little while longer before dissipating into motes of light, leaving both Melody and Rudy silent as the implications of Michael's words began to sink in.
"I don't understand…" the girl said after a while.
Michael could see that both his friends were having trouble coming to terms with what was happening. It made sense, even he had trouble wrapping his head around the fact he was able to view past events.
"The headmaster said that unique souls have traits, either making them far more attuned to mana, or far more solid—allowing them to explore the depths of the arcana." He explained.
"But he said that mine was different from anything he'd seen before…"
Melody frowned, "So what are you saying? Your soul gives you dreams that allow you to view lost magic?"
This time it was Rudy who spoke up, "You said that your dreams were of the past. Do you mean before the great war?"
"Ah!" Melody exclaimed with shock, suddenly realizing her error.
