Where does this lead to? Dream I had.

“Paetreyl, why are you running?” 

I panted, gazing frantically into the clearing, and my head jerking to take in the jungle around us.   “They're after me,” I whispered.  “Why do you keep chasing me?” 

Mordemus's face didn't move.  “You belong in the Citadel.” 

“No,” I said, shivering in the mud.  “I won't go.”