For days now visions of black water have haunted your dreams. It starts off as a clear and pleasant lake, an ocean, a brook, a stream. But always the darkness comes, that great somber shadow that falls upon it, tainting it, cursing it, turning it into something writhing and diseased that then pulls you down into its depths until you can't see, you can't breathe, you can't even move amidst the terrible shuddering darkness.

Through it all a single word flows through your mind like a golden light, providing a sense of hope, a sense of comfort in the torture and the turmoil.

"Aexueria..."

And then you awaken with a start, beads of sweet trailing the pale crest of your crown.