The boy was a curious one, unlike what I had seen before.
He never spoke, for he never knew the language of this world, nor did he actually understand the real Sanskrit, but only the language that was born from it. So some words and meanings did match, but the boy understood nothing more than that.
What for his nightmare? It was too esoteric, but with some effort on my end, I could make sense of the giant dog and the bizarre tall structures that surrounded him in his dreams. But I stopped my hands.
Now was not the time for it yet. Nor was it time to deal with the mental problems this boy might be suffering from. My current priority was to escape this place and wait for the seed implanted in Hemant to bear fruit. Which I think won't take too long, considering the situation brewing at the borders.
