The process takes a few days as from the roots of the Tree, Dokja is reborn.
As he rests and regrows, he dreams, though this dream certainly feels more real than the disjointed flashes that dreaming feels like. In his dreams, he exists, and he is not Dokja, he is a shard bearer, but not himself. He will not remember the name, but he knows his name is different. In his dream, he lives, he fights for Oracles, though if he tries to recall, he will not be able to remember the finer details. Name, abilities, what faction, it all seems to be glazed through a haze — as with many dreams, something that's easily accepted, even though recollection will point out the oddity — and it seems to speed up and slow down through his dream.
The conclusion, however, is crystal clear, and Dokja will be able to remember it with sharp clarity. His shard is ripped from his chest, it's painful, and the person who pulled it free — the details around them seem hazy, though Dokja will be able to recall a silver hand that holds his dream self's shard — steps far enough away that his body goes still, and rigid. He cannot move, he cannot breathe, but he cannot die. Stuck, trapped. He cannot close his eyes, and he cannot scream, either now, or in horror, when his shard is held before something bright — a portal.
Before his dream fades, the figure will say: "Now, let us see what potential you have been hiding…" and though the voice is… familiar, it is distorted, in memory, barely audible over the sound of his own heart thudding in his ears. The last thing he sees, is his shard being shoved into the light — and all he knows is pain.
When Dokja comes to, he’ll find himself encased in a cocoon. The cocoon is filled with a familiar sap, just up to Dokja’s neck. The thin material of the cocoon isn’t difficult to break through, but it still feels like a great effort because of how weak he feels. It’s as if he’s been doing days of strenuous activity, and the feeling will linger along with general body aches and chills for the next few days as his body demands rest and recovery.
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As he rests and regrows, he dreams, though this dream certainly feels more real than the disjointed flashes that dreaming feels like. In his dreams, he exists, and he is not Dokja, he is a shard bearer, but not himself. He will not remember the name, but he knows his name is different. In his dream, he lives, he fights for Oracles, though if he tries to recall, he will not be able to remember the finer details. Name, abilities, what faction, it all seems to be glazed through a haze — as with many dreams, something that's easily accepted, even though recollection will point out the oddity — and it seems to speed up and slow down through his dream.
The conclusion, however, is crystal clear, and Dokja will be able to remember it with sharp clarity. His shard is ripped from his chest, it's painful, and the person who pulled it free — the details around them seem hazy, though Dokja will be able to recall a silver hand that holds his dream self's shard — steps far enough away that his body goes still, and rigid. He cannot move, he cannot breathe, but he cannot die. Stuck, trapped. He cannot close his eyes, and he cannot scream, either now, or in horror, when his shard is held before something bright — a portal.
Before his dream fades, the figure will say: "Now, let us see what potential you have been hiding…" and though the voice is… familiar, it is distorted, in memory, barely audible over the sound of his own heart thudding in his ears. The last thing he sees, is his shard being shoved into the light — and all he knows is pain.
When Dokja comes to, he’ll find himself encased in a cocoon. The cocoon is filled with a familiar sap, just up to Dokja’s neck. The thin material of the cocoon isn’t difficult to break through, but it still feels like a great effort because of how weak he feels. It’s as if he’s been doing days of strenuous activity, and the feeling will linger along with general body aches and chills for the next few days as his body demands rest and recovery.