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"Not free, per se. The contract still stands. It's just that you don't have to suffer the consequences of breaking it. But you do need to concentrate on this. Otherwise the chains slip back on you. So sadly you must keep committing a portion of your essence to maintaining this. But technically you could just keep the oath on and slip out whenever you plan on breaking it."
"And what if I break it, then let the contract resume?"
"Nothing. The damage is immediately dealt to the Yozi, who don't care. Afterwards you will be fine."
"And I can make such oaths?"
"Yeap. And it's not so simple as killing an offender. It's much, much worse. Those who break oaths that you sanctified will suffer the greatest possible misfortunes at only the most inconvenient times. Neat isn't it?"
"Uh... yeah."
Jet continued to stare at his palm in disbelief.
"And this is still just a fraction of the gifts the Yozi have given you. But for the rest you'll have to visit Hell personally to claim them. But anyway, congratulations on outplaying granny like that. Now go get some rest. Sounds like you're going to have an eventful couple of days ahead of you."
"Hm. Yeah, you're right. And thanks Markolab."
"Oh? Do my ears deceive me? Was that... gratitude I heard?"
"Just don't get used to it."
"Heh."
Jet decided to rest afterwards. But his dreams did not bring the relief he hoped they would. He was beset by strange visions of a place that was barely comprehensible for him. He was in a big dome-like building, but its walls were transparent and around it was nothing but the infinite blackness of the deep sea, with luminous fish twinkling around him like the stars of heaven. He was looking at letters and words floating in the air around him, written in incomprehensible symbols. As he tried to decipher them he heard a voice.
"Your holiness. We found him."
The men that approached him looked familiar to him. They wore power-armor similar to the ones he had seen on parades before, if somehow even more glorious. The men presented him with a boy, barely of adolescent age but he looked youthful even for his age. His orange hair had black stripes in it and he wore form fitting garments that were no doubt given to him by the armed guards.
As he knelt down the boy spoke to him.
"Erm. Hello... my lord."
He replied but the words weren't his own.
"I've missed you oh so much."
As he reached out to embrace the child Jet woke up, drenched in sweat.
"What the hell was that?"
"You okay buddy?"
"I had a weird dream. Didn't you see it?"
"No. I can only see what you're thinking about presently. Your memories and dreams are not something I can access. What was it about? Was it a steamy dream?"
"I'm... not sure. I was at the bottom of the ocean. And there were these Dragon-blooded I didn't recognize. And a boy."
