Dreams are a way of reflecting one's subconscious feelings. The ones we try to suppress oh-so dearly; fear, guilt, shame, grief, and others.
Some dreams are blissful, some are very unsettling. Very few people have reoccurring dreams some times with contrasting endings. For the tired souls it is an escape. A place where they can breathe for a while. For the disturbed? It feels like a torture chamber.
Past events that haunt them like a looming shadow that they must come to face in a time their bodies are in need of fire rest.
Ember rarely gets to have the experience. Not because of her dreams being bliss, but because sleep is a form of luxury now in their times. Why so? Because of demonic – not even – the entire Hell sank its roots into the soil of the living realm. Targeting cities, villages and people.
For Ember, it was considered a "rush hour". Bodies piling up and stacked in the mortuary's fridge like Sunday Dinner leftovers. It only caused her more sleepless nights, guiding fallen light to the Gates of the afterlife. It was one of the main jobs of a Necromancer.
Before they were all swallowed by power and greed.The second King of Alifair Lesalle, declared necromancy to be a forbidden act of sorcery. And the magic was never uttered again, but only she remained hidden – a hidden village girl desperate for freedom.