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"No matter where you go, or how long you are away, you will always have a home to return to. Remember this."
I shot up, drenched in sweat. That dream again...
It was different to the ones that had haunted me my entire life. Those filled with fire, and death.
This one was calm, and blissful. A comforting embrace, and the tingling sensation of familiar but unfamiliar magic. It was always hazy, and I couldn't quite make out the face of the person I was with, but I knew they were important.
Whoever they were, that was home. The home to which this necklace was supposed to lead.
It was just a dream, and yet...
"So this used to be a volcano?" I wondered.
"In some distant past, yes. Though naught remains of it now."
Gazing upon the walls, I could make out paintings lining all the way to the top. They were unlike anything I'd ever seen.
"What do you think they depict?"
"Does it matter?" Zez asked. "Let's just kill the damn thing and get out of here."
"You're no fun, Zez," I huffed.
Walking over to one of the murals, I pointed. "Look at this one."
This particular mural depicted what appeared to be a person and a giant bird, shielding a village.