Wei Wuxian was asleep and this next memory came as a dream. He was once again surrounded by fighting much like his first memory. Except this time there was robes all all colors around him. Purple, white, yellow, and more were all stuck in battle. Some with each other, some battle black clouds that seemed to be attacking them. He can hear the shouts of a women..calling a name. Calling his name.

He felt his heart freeze up in his chest as he looks around for the source of the voice. He can also hear another man shouting. He hears himself shouting for his senior sister. Sister...the him of the past had a family and that family is currently in trouble. He looks around, seeing her just as she gets attacked by one of the people in bloodied robes.

He cries out and two men rush towards her as she falls. Caught by a man in rich purple robes, he looks up at Wei Wuxian like this is all his fault. Wei Wuxian kneels down in front of her, he can feel the tears flowing from his eyes.

"Xian..why did you run? You moved so fast I couldn't see your face.." Her voice is soft, weakening with each word. He reaches out to touch her but her eyes widen and she pushes him back. The flash of a sword goes past his eyes and embeds itself into her chest.

The two men cry out as blood flows from her lips. The sword withdraws and the attacker stumbles back.

"I wasn't aiming for her! I wasn't.." He had been aiming for Wei Wuxian. But this beautiful young women dressed in white mourning clothes accepted the attack in his stead. As the last breath passes from her body, sadness and anger course through his body and he screams into the air.

Only to wake up moments later in a cold sweat and his heart wanting to beat out of his chest.