She swallowed memories, and he had always been the keeper of dreams. Both were a double edged sword- a Serian's memories could be just as lovely as the most beautiful dream, or as frightening and traumatic as the worst nightmare. She could only keep the thoughts that were formed in reality however, while her brother could eat any idle dream or the worst of nightmares.

Sometimes, she thought he must have a much more difficult time of it. The nightmares were the worst. Some nights Mystic would wake in a cold sweat, consumed by the terrifying things he had seen that were formless in this world. Other times, the tragedies that she relived in another's life were enough to make her despair for days. Knowing that they were real, that another had survived such experiences, made the memories that much more painful to her. She was an empath, so the memories wore away at her emotional stability. Sometimes Orchid would need to leave the valley for days, just to be alone with her thoughts. 

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There were days where she thought of casting her amulet aside, but she knew that the memories would still haunt her, with or without the amulet. She and her brother had been given a gift- a terrible gift, but a gift none-the-less. She was determined to use it for good, as much as she could, even if it cost her her sanity.