Dalia's hooves, two pale and two black, seemed to have a mind of their own as they led her down the winding steps. On her way downward, she saw little scenes where others had entered for their dreams. One was of a grand ceremony with a human girl in white, and another of a male exacting revenge on an enemy. Dalia had thought she had seen them through doorways, except for a small problem: there were no doors. The visions paraded by her - or she paraded by them - in such haunting clarity, she had begun to think that they were fashioned by her own mind.<br/><br/>As she traveled along the lengthy stairway, she fancied that someone had called her name. Turning her head to the side, she peeked around her. Nothing. Walking again, Dalia had gone a few steps before hearing the voice again. She gripped the halberd more steadily in her hand before continuing on. When the voice beconed her a third time, she wheeled back on her hind legs and swung her halberd into the air. With a scowl on her face, she finally saw who had been calling her. It was her elder brother, clad in full armor on the outskirts of a drilling field. With a face completely transformed into one of genuine happiness, she pranced gleefully through the blackness into her dream.