The humanoid corpse gradually tore apart Edward; devouring every fragment of flesh on his body. Leaving nothing left, unfortunately no one would know until it was too late... Left to die by his younger half brother. The large aged oak door slammed in front of the boy, screeching as it closed, sealing his fate.

On the other side of the door, a young boy was shaking with fear. Lucky Ascalon the second soon of their family managed to survive, the boy collapsed on the floor and began to sob and a foul smell passed through out the air. As a yellow puddle formed below the child; he urinated due to how scared he was. The little boy cowered and shook within his own pool of urine for what seemed like hours, unfortunately it was only a matter of mere minutes. Ascalon went to stand and stumbled forward, losing his balance and almost tripping over his own foot. As the boy swayed he heard a deep and husky voice speak "Heh... This is just the beginning, killing your own brother how... Impressive." The boy shook slightly and turned around to see... Nothing, just a puddle of his own urine and himself being reflected back at him. But unlike hin the reflection, had a smile plastered, across it's face. It was just smiling at Ascalon, but once again, Ascalon turned and fled. Running up the stairs as a loud crash echoed with each footstep, as he gradually climbed the stairs in a rush. The stairs went around in a circular motion making Ascalon gradually feel sick as he began to get dizzy climbing the stairs.

Eventually Ascalon, reached the top of the stairs and collapsed, struggling to keep his breath. As he laid there on a cold damp floor, he could hear a loud clatter, as a silver platter fell beside him oddly along with a silver spoon. As well as a small jug, crashing against the floor, causing it to shatter and it's contents spill all over the future young master. Ascalon gradually began to lose conciseness but as it faded away he could hear screaming,the screaming began fainter the darker it became.

It gradually became pitch black and Ascalon lost all feeling in his body as he drifted off, into sleep. But in the darkness there stood a figure smiling with his clothes covered in blood splatters. The figure drew closer and it looked like it had white hair that swept over it's right eye, with a red iris piercing the veil, that was it's wisp of hair. The figure stood upright and looked directly into Ascalon's eyes at an equal height. The figure still continued to approached until Ascalon could faintly see it's facial features. Child like facial features with a hint of innocence being given off from the child. As Ascalon watched the child's face but then he noticed a mole on it's face right beneath it's left eye. On its face the mole was located the same spot as what Ascalon's mole was. As the boy gazed at the figure in front of him, he gradually began to notice the similarities between the two of them. However there was a major difference between Ascalon and this doopelganer. Which was, the contrast in iris color and hair color. Ascalon had a muddy brown colored hair and green irises that seemed out of place. Whilst the doppelganger had pure, snow white hair like a rabbit. Along with having blood red iris that projected blood-lust. The boy's dropped as he realized that this was more or less another version of him... Suddenly it's lips moved as if it was speaking but now words came out of its mouth and it walked closer toward Ascalon appearing before him he could hear a faint whisper. "The future... Awaits." Ascalon stared at his doppelganger when it took one more step forward towards him, and a fountain erupted in front of Ascalon.

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As a liquid rapidly covered him, turning the Ascalon's pure white clothes into a set of blood red clothing. His robes slowly became a darker shade of red, however, his doppelganger fell back, collapsing onto the floor; like a puppet whose strings had been cut whilst performing. Once, the fountain of blood stopped, Ascalon's robes stopped dying dark shades of red. The boy, looked down noticing how red his robes where and began to scream, not stopping until his voice went dry. And then all sound stopped together.

Ascalon tried to scream but nothing came out, in fact he ended up coughing up blood, due to straining his throat so much. As the boy coughed and spluttered something appeared in front of him. A live beating heart and it gradually beat in a rthym that reminded Ascalon of his blood soaked robes. Then it began to beat faster if the sound would to be described it was irregular and erratic. As it continued to accelerate the speed of which it was beating, it exploded showering the area in blood. And Asclaon felt a pang of pain in his upper left torso... And as he pressed hi left hand against it he had felt that his heartbeat had stopped. Causing him to try to start screaming but failing causing him to end up coughing, resulting in him heaving. Thus, resulting in him vomiting up a pool of crimson blood.

After vomiting a pool of blood beside his feet, Ascalon began to feel dizzy and nauseous. He began to sway gradually as his dizziness began to increase, unable to withstand his dizziness he threw up another pool of crimson blood. And as time passed this occurred constantly for what felt like hours.

However when he stopped, a bright light flooded his sight and he found himself laying in a bed; surrounded by smiling maids, with one brunette maid removing a damp cloth from his forehead. Suddenly, he realized that he'd just suffered from a nightmare. One of the maids noticed that the boy had awoken and she said "Why, good morning young master. Happy fifth birthday, isn't it time for you to get ready for breakfast?"

The boy's jaw dropped in shock... Was she just telling him that everything was a dream that he had to endure or was it?