DAY 05 - ASERADIVA Goddess of Dreams & Sacrifice ✧ Warden of Unseen Magic ✧ The Last Offering
The Final Dream
Once, a young girl named Mirevas found herself in the Fade as she slept. Each night she wandered through landscapes that were not her own - starless skies of inky black, sunsets in blues and greens, forests that walked with her as she meandered in her dreams. One night, she finds a path that had been hidden to her - it was the dream of another. There was no sun, no moon, no sky. A dark abyss of emptiness, and inside of it lay a small boy, crying. She asked him again and again, why did he cry? But, he gave no answer. Each night Mirevas returned to the boy’s dream. She shared pieces of herself, fragments of the world she lived - through stories, and laughter. Mirevas gathered each drop of the boys tears until one day the boy smiled. The next night, Mirevas called out to Aseradiva in the Fade, finding her standing in the middle of a small creek, her fingers trailing through the water, fish swimming around the Goddess’ ankles. Mirevas asked her, “Why is the boy stuck inside an abyss? It is cold, and it is dark.” Aseradiva knelt in the water so that the girl could see into her eyes, a gentle kindness in her gaze before she spoke, “The boy is one of the Unwaking. Lost in his Dreams until Falon’din sees fit to release him.” Mirevas shook her head, that could not be. The poor boy was so young. She thought for a moment, swallowing softly. A hushed whisper, “If I give myself to the Fade, could he wake?” A sacrifice, a moment of selflessness to appease the Gods, and grant mercy on the Unwaking boy. Aseradiva nodded, the girl’s desire to save the boy brought an aching to her heart. “If you join the Fade, I will ensure that he wakes.” Mirevas laid down, giving every small fragment of herself to the Fade - her name, her life, her flesh and bone, until she became the ground beneath her, joining the fabric of the Fade, and the thread that held dreams together. The Unwaking woke, remembering nothing of his time in the abyss, and nothing of the girl who sacrificed herself for him. Sometimes, on the wind when he closes his eyes, he can hear a soft bubble of laughter, and the threads of the Fade sigh. The Fade may keep no names, but it remembers acts of love.













