Turael was still at his desk when Sonia went to check on him, it was difficult for her to stay up long enough to visit the young dark elf, the young boy's dirt coloured skin and long tail made him very conspicuous in the dim moonlight of the wooded room he lay sleeping in.

Sonia sighed "the boy pushes himself harder and harder everyday, not that it is very surprising."

Muttering to herself in a strangely motherly way, the pale white and tall young woman looked towards the walls and instructed "Close the window and pull him into bed already."

responding a second later the ancient wood which composed the structure of the house... housing block shifted and gently deposited the child into a soft bed made of flowers and the thick vines holding the window open gently lowered drenching the room in darkness except the sunflower brooch Sonia was wearing.

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Just because she knew he was going to do such a stubborn act didn't make the return trip through the dark shelter any less nerve-racking, such is the preparedness of a guardian.

Turael dreamt that night, another boy he met clad head to toe in the guise of a large cat,

an oppressive and massive wall crumbling before him only to see darkness on the other side.

A darkness only he could traverse.

A world of darkness for him and him alone

And then

He woke.