Renarin- Resummoning visions

“Renarin?” Dalinar asked. “Are you going to tell me what you saw?”

His son slowed. His eyes caught the light of the now-­distant campfire. “Yes,” he said. “But I want to get it right, Father. So I need to summon it again.”

“You can summon it?” Dalinar said. “I thought it came upon you unexpectedly.”

“It did,” Renarin said. “And it will again. But right now, it simply is.” He turned forward and stepped into the darkness.

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As Renarin stepped forward, the ground beneath his feet became dark glass, spreading from the heel of his boot. It cracked in a web of lines, a purposeful pattern, black on black.

Glys, who preferred to hide within Renarin, grew excited. He’d captured this vision as it came, so they could study it. Renarin wasn’t quite so enthusiastic. It would be so much easier if he were like other Radiants.

Stained glass spread out around him, engulfing the landscape, a phantom light shimmering and glowing from behind in the darkness.

As he walked, each of his footsteps made the ground pulse red, light shining up through the cracks. His father wouldn’t be able to see what he did. But hopefully Renarin could describe it properly.

“I see you in this vision,” Renarin said to his father. “You’re in a lot of them. In this one you stand tall, formed as if from stained glass, and you wear Shardplate. Stark white Shardplate, though you are pierced with a black arrow.”

“Do you know what it means?” Dalinar said, a shadow barely visible from behind the glass window depicting him.

“I think it might be a symbol of you, who you were, who you become. The more important part is the enemy. He makes up the bulk of this image. A window of yellow-­white light breaking into smaller and smaller pieces, into infinity.

Rhythm of War Chapter 54