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Act One, Chapter Two ━━━━ THE NOTION OF CALEB DUME
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SOMETIMES, WHEN SHE SLEEPS, EDEN DREAMS OF HOME. Of towering pillars and sturdy stone walls; stained glass windows and statues made of molten gold. In these dreams, the temple is exactly as she remembers it from the years before the war; safe and warm and full of light and laughter. In these dreams, she is a child again, her family is still together, and the galaxy has not yet been ripped apart. In these dreams, she is happy—the happiest she's ever been — and every time she wakes, the slow-dawning realization that all those things are gone leaves her hollow and aching and cold.
She's cold now as she stirs awake, squinting against the streams of dawning daylight that are spilling through the open flap of her tent along with the chilly morning air. Her eyes narrow —had she left it open all night?— and Eden slowly sits up from the hardened ground with a muffled groan, smashing a hand against her face to rub the sleep from her eyes and cradle her throbbing head. She must have rolled off her bedroll onto the floor while she was dreaming because everything hurts; evenmore so than usual. Bracing one of her hands on the ground, she turns to stretch out the stiff muscles of her back before letting out a strangled shriek when she sees a man sleeping in her bed —
