Stormlight Rains (Book 1 of The Girl Who Looked Up)

17: In the Top Room

The highstorm winds began to blow against Dalinar's complex, powerful enough to make rocks groan. Navani huddled close to Dalinar, holding to him. She smelled wonderful. It felt... humbling to know how terrified she'd been for him.

Blood of my fathers, Dalinar thought to himself. It's been a day. The plateau run...Sadeas betraying him...and those bridge man...

Hopefully Kaladin would agree to stay as Captain of the Kholin guard. Dalinar didn't just offer such positions to any men. Especially not dark eyes.

But the way that boy had fought on the field...

As the highstorm hit in force, Dalinar felt the vision coming on. He closed his eyes, letting it take him. He had a decision to make, a responsibility. What to do? These visions had lied to him, or had at least misled him. It seemed that he couldn't trust them, at least not as explicitly as he once had.

He took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and found himself in a place of smoke.

He turned about, wary. The sky was dark and he stood on a field of dull, bone-white rock, jagged and rough, extending in all directions. Off into eternity. Amorphous shapes made of curling grey smoke rose from the ground. Like smoke rings, only in other shapes. Here a chair. There a rockbud, with vines extended, curling to the sides and vanishing. Beside him appeared the figure of a man in uniform, silent and vaporous, rising lethargically toward the sky, mouth open. The shapes melted and distorted as they climbed higher, though they seemed to hold their forms longer than they should. It was unnerving, standing on the eternal plain, pure darkness above, smoke figures rising all around.

It wasn't like any vision he'd seen before. It was...

No, wait. He frowned, stepping back as the figure of a tree burst from the ground close to him. I have seen this place before. In the first of my visions, so many months ago. It was fuzzy in his mind. He'd been disoriented, the vision vague, as if his mind hadn't learned to accept what it was seeing. In fact, the only thing he remembered distinctly was—

"You must unite them," a strong voice boomed.

—was the voice. Speaking to him from all around, causing the smoke figures to fuzz and distort.

"Why did you lie to me?" Dalinar demanded of the open darkness. "I did what you said, and I was betrayed!"

"Unite them. The sun approaches the horizon. The Everstorm comes. The True Desolation. The Night of Sorrows."

"I need answers!" Dalinar said. "I don't trust you any longer. If you want me to listen to you, you'll need to—"

The vision changed. He spun about, finding that he was still on an open plain of rock, but the normal sun was in the sky. The stone field looked like an ordinary one on Roshar.

It was very odd for one of the visions to set him in a place without others to talk to and interact with. Though, for once, he wore his own clothing. The sharp blue Kholin uniform.

Had this happened before, the other time he'd been in that place of smoke? Yes... it had. This was the first time he'd been taken to a place where he'd been before. Why?

He carefully scanned the scenery. Since the voice didn't speak to him again, he began to walk, passing cracked boulders and broken bits of shale, pebbles and rocks. There were no plants, not even rockbuds. Just an empty landscape filled with broken stones.

Eventually, he spotted a ridge. Getting to high ground felt like a good idea, though the hike seemed to take hours. The vision did not end. Time was often odd in these visions. He continued to hike up the side of the rock formation, wishing he had his Shardplate to strengthen him. Finally at the top, he walked over to the edge to look down below.