Once more, Lucas was asleep. Only this time no nightmares happened at all. He had come to terms with his guilt, but a dream was hitting him. Well not a dream more of a repressed memory. It caused his magic to form a protective barrier around the hut while he had the dream.
An old castle, hidden in the mist on the Ancient Narrikian World. It was there he had been raised and taught, by the same ones that would normally teach the emperor. They had told him something, something that now he would be remembering. Only what it was, he did not as of yet know about. In the dream a single word kept being spoken.
He opened his mouth and spoke the single word that he had heard in the dream. Arrarrorian.
