[Zez]

"What is it that you truly want, my daughter, Zezilia?" Her dreams seemed to whisper to her in a blend of words and images—all of them mix-matched from all her life. "Please, be happy again, as you once were."

Zez was quick to try and wake herself up, but the dream was far too vivid to break by merely pinching her arm. She panicked and looked around, but found nothing but darkness surrounding her. It was all in her mind. Her mind's mind.

"I don't know what you mean! What is this? Who are you?" She called out into the misty expanse of nothing. For a time, all she could hear was her own voice echoing back at her. 

"Have I become something of little speak and legend? So I see... Those of the older days called me by the name of Honor, one of the final remnants of the Almighty." The voice shifted and changed like a living thing—every few words were with a different tongue or speech.

"Your just a fragment of reality, then! The Almighty is a just and full God! I must be going crazy from loss of sleep..." She shut her eyes hard, trying to break herself from the hallucinations. But the images did not cease. 

"You have not yet heard the words of Dalinar Kholin, I see. You must open your heart to the Truth so that you might begin to learn of your power. The world will need you. The Everstorm comes, young one." The voice now seemed fatherly, as if this 'Honor' really did care. 

Zez opened her eyes again to a vast, open expanse of grass and greenery; more full and vibrant than she had ever seen. "The words of... Dalinar Kholin? But there has been no single person in the land who is not questioning him right now! He is being mocked as a heretic and as a disgrace to the Way of things."

The winds shifted and the grass swayed, almost pushing her to turn around. She complied and turned to see a small little wagon rolling through the fields. The wheels spun, but the coach itself did not move. It was an odd sight, especially with no chull up front to draw it. 

"There are others who can help you. You mustn't place your trust in Dalinar, if that is not what you wish to do. Just know that you will soon need to face that fear. Highprince Dalinar is trying to save the world." Honor spoke as the wind, and as the grass, and as the sky, as well. The winds again pushed her forward, towards the cart with a newly found energy. "He is one such person—someone who could help with your Words. And another. And another."

More people and things appeared in the grassy field as if they had always been there. To the left of the cart stood a younger man holding a ceramic flute and tapping his foot to an unheard tune. To the right was a young woman with her hair flowing back behind her and a vine growing at her feet—she looked to be moving quickly, sliding, but did not move here in the field. Like a frozen drawing: only slightly moving.

"With my Words? I'm sorry, but I just do not understand!" Zez called up and out to the sky itself. "I need more guidance than these images! Can you not give me names, at the least? Or somewhere I can find these potentially-important people?"

"I am sorry, my child... I have already given more information than I am allowed to give. Ask the Stormfather, should you get the chance, and begin looking for your Words. Your Truths. They are what bind us all." The voice boomed once more before snuffing out like a flame on a blown candle.

The grassy field melted away. The same, normal, lack of dreams returned. Zez was finally able to sleep.