Free Wielder's Fate by T.B. Christensen

Keep and journeyed across the entire length of Kalia to save her because of a dream.
    “Thank you,” she said quietly.  He smiled and shrugged his shoulders.
    “I’m just glad you’re safe.  Ever since the end of the battle, I haven’t had any more visions of you being in danger.”
    She was relieved to hear that.  She wondered how often he had these visions.  Obviously, his most recent one was bothering him.
    “Do you have visions often?”
    “Almost every night,” he replied.
    “So you dreamt of something horrible happening to me every night on your journey across Kalia?”  She felt sorry for the nightmares he must have endured.
    “Not exactly,” he replied as he averted his eyes.
    Kalista wondered why he was acting so uncomfortable once again.  She didn’t understand why it bothered him so much to talk about his dreams.  She was about to ask another question but stopped.  She suddenly realized that she had plenty of dreams she would not want to share with anyone.  Some were personal while others were just strange.  She supposed if she had been having dreams about Traven, she would not want to necessarily talk about them either.
    “You don’t have to talk about it if you do not want to,” she said quickly.
    “It’s okay,” Traven replied.  “I did have several visions where I saw your lifeless body, but most of the time you were missing from my visions.  Your absence was what left me feeling so unsettled.”
    Her absence was what left him feeling unsettled?  That seemed to indicate the young wielder had often dreamt of her before she disappeared from his visions.  His embarrassment now made perfect sense.  She held in a giggle.  Traven had been dreaming of her.  As she stared at him, she wondered what those dreams had been like.  She shook the thought from her head.  It was best not to dwell on that subject.
    “So you traveled to the battlefield not knowing whether I was alive or dead?” she asked, changing the subject.
    “No,” Traven said as he looked up.  “I knew you were still alive.”
    “How could you know that?”
    “I screed you,” he answered.  He then grew red once again.  “Just to make sure you were still okay,” he added in a rush.
    “What does ‘screed’ mean?” she asked.  She had never heard of the word before.
    “It allows me to see things that are far away,” Traven explained.  “I can create a reflection of an image that would normally be too far away to see.”  He must have recognized the confusion in her eyes.  “I can show you if you want?”
    “Go ahead,” she said.
    Traven stood up and looked around.  He glanced at a few flowers and some bushes but shook his head.  He then bent over and picked up a large rock.  He took the rock and knelt down in the shade of a nearby tree.  Kalista rose from the stone bench and walked over next to him to see what he was doing.  She watched as he used the rock to quickly dig a shallow hole in the dirt at the base of the tree.
    “It would work better if it was darker,” he said.  “But I think the shadows here will allow us to make out the images.”
    Kalista gasped with surprise as water began to pool in the hole.  Traven smiled as he looked up.  His eyes no longer were clouded with worry but shone with excitement.  They always seemed to sparkle when he was excited.
    “You’ll need to get close in order to see,” he said.  “I’m sorry it’s on the ground.  I guess we can go back to the palace if you want and use a real dish.”
    “I don’t mind,” she said as she gathered her dress and carefully knelt down next to Traven.  She still was not sure exactly what he was doing, but it was obvious that whatever it was, she needed to get close to the shallow hole of water in front of them.
    “What would you like to see?” Traven asked.
    “What do you mean?”
    “We can look at anything you want on the surface of the water.  Do you want to see your home?”
    “Sure,” she