Jonathan sighed. It was a long day, and he was happy to be finally back, ready to go to sleep.

But he was sure, that soon the king or one of his most trusted advisors would come by to pick his brain for any kind of useful information.

But please, he prayed, please let that soon be tomorrow, where he was at least rested.

A quit, long night, where he could sleep long, until his body’s own clock said that it was time to wake up, sounded great.

After he went to sleep, he dreamt.

He dreamt of a constitutional monarchy that respected human rights and managed to bring peace and prosperity to its citizens. Was this possible? Would he be able to do it? The dream changed.

Centuries of war against reactionary, conservative forces had bled the constitutional monarchy, where the king only had a representative role, as well as the lofty ideals of its founders. This was something that should not, could not happen, Jonathan swore to himself.

The dream, no vision, changed again. This time the constitutional monarchy was leading in the fields of science, an uneasy state of peace existent with many of its neighbors. It was clear it was the hegemon, no single power could defeat it, but the enemies alliances were large.

Only a new discovery could bring victory in the coming war.

Anything could spark it, and most wanted it to begin. All were hoping that discovery would be made by them.

The vision turned into the future of that timeline.

Two versions were showed. One where planes were something developed during the war, the other where armored vehicles, able to cross trenches where the discovery that broke the stalemate.

A different version of World War One. How would the tanks of this world be called, wondered Jonathan idly.

But the vision changed yet again.

This time, a gigantic meteorite destroyed the fledgling constitutional monarchy, as well as most of the world. It showed that everything might be fleeting, could end at any time.

The next showed a landing on the moon, by someone.

Jonathan realized his knowledge might be even more important than he thought when he saw an uncontrolled nuclear reaction happening in a laboratory, while a mage was experimenting with corruption magic.

Looking back, it was clear that it was pure luck that something like it had never happened before, or had it and nobody new?

Nuclear explosions where devastating, yes, but one could survive them, and there must have been someone who connected the dots, or?

Finally the nightmare was over.

Jonathan awoke, looking into a hopefully bright future.