Enara, sensing Dastarn's contemplative mood, reached out and gently touched his arm. "Are you okay?" she asked, concern evident in her voice.

Dastarn turned to face her, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Yes, I'm fine," he reassured her. "I just had a vivid dream, that's all. It felt so real, like a glimpse into a different world."

Enara nodded, understanding the power of dreams and their ability to stir up emotions. "Dreams can be mysterious and enchanting," she said softly. "Sometimes they show us what our hearts desire most."

Dastarn took a moment to collect his thoughts before speaking again. "In that dream, I saw our son, and we were sharing beautiful moments together," he confessed. "It made me realize how much I cherish our family and the time we spend together."

Enara's eyes softened, and she reached out to grasp Dastarn's hand. "We are blessed to have each other and our precious son," she said, her voice filled with love. "Dreams may offer glimpses of what could be, but it's the reality we create together that truly matters."

Dastarn nodded, a sense of peace washing over him. He knew that dreams could be fleeting, but the love and connection he shared with Enara and their son were real and enduring. He leaned in and gently kissed Enara's forehead, expressing his gratitude and love.

As Enara settled back into bed, Dastarn moved quietly around the room, ensuring everything was in order for their little family. He couldn't help but glance at their son, his heart filled with a profound sense of love and responsibility.

With a final look at his wife and child, Dastarn climbed back into bed, wrapping his arm around Enara. Together, they drifted off to sleep, knowing that the bonds they had formed would carry them through both dreams and reality, creating a lifetime of beautiful memories as a family.

knock *knock

Dastarn's eyes fluttered open at the sound of the knock on the door. He gently disentangled himself from Enara's embrace, careful not to disturb her peaceful slumber. Quietly, he made his way to the door and opened it to find a visitor standing there, a tall figure dressed in a cloak, their face concealed.

"Good evening," Dastarn greeted, curiosity piqued. "May I help you?"

The visitor's voice was low and mysterious. "Dastarn," they said, their tone filled with a hint of urgency, "I bring you a message of great importance."

Dastarn's brows furrowed, his mind racing with questions. "Who are you? What message do you bring?"

The visitor stepped forward, and the moonlight cascading through the doorway revealed a familiar face, a wise elder from the village. Dastarn recognized him as Elder Tarnus, a respected member known for his knowledge and insight.

"Elder Tarnus?" Dastarn's voice filled with surprise. "What brings you here at this hour?"

The elder's gaze bore into Dastarn's eyes. "Dastarn, your son carries a destiny that beckons. He possesses a gift, a power that must be nurtured and protected."

Dastarn's heart quickened, a mix of awe and concern flooding his thoughts. "What do you mean? What gift does my son possess?"

Elder Tarnus sighed, his voice tinged with both solemnity and hope. "Your son is touched by the ancient magic of our ancestors, a power that has long lain dormant. He has the potential to shape the future, to bring about great change. But he will need guidance and training."

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Dastarn's mind whirled with a swirl of emotions. The revelation was overwhelming, and he couldn't help but feel a mix of pride and apprehension. "What must I do?" he asked, his voice steady despite the turmoil within.

The elder laid a hand on Dastarn's shoulder, his touch filled with reassurance. "You must seek the guidance of the Council of Elders. They will provide the wisdom and knowledge necessary to unlock your son's potential. Together, you will embark on a path of discovery and growth."

Dastarn nodded, a newfound determination settling within him. "I will do whatever it takes to protect and nurture my son's gift," he declared, his voice filled with unwavering resolve.

Elder Tarnus smiled, a glimmer of pride in his eyes. "I knew you would, Dastarn. The future awaits, and with your love and guidance, your son will become a beacon of hope and change."

As the elder turned to leave, Dastarn called after him, "Thank you, Elder Tarnus. I will not forget your words."

With that, the elder disappeared into the night, leaving Dastarn standing at the doorway, contemplating the path that lay before him and his son. The weight of responsibility settled upon his shoulders, but he felt a renewed sense of purpose and determination.

Closing the door, Dastarn returned to the warmth of his family, knowing that their journey had taken an unexpected turn. He gently slipped back into bed beside Enara, his mind filled with thoughts of the future and the extraordinary gift their son possessed. With love in his heart and a sense of adventure in his soul, Dastarn drifted off to sleep, ready to embrace the destiny that awaited them all.

*Knock* *Knock*

but he suddenly opened his eyes again, for the knocking was there again or more like it didn't stop. Dastarn gently disentangled himself from Enara's embrace, careful not to disturb her peaceful slumber. quietly, he took a quick glance around him, to see that some light was still coming from the windows, which indicated the sun was still up, probably midday. "Another dream ha!"

Dastarn chuckled softly to himself, realizing that the previous knocking that woke him up was just a continuation of his dream. He shook his head, amused by the vividness of his imagination. As he made his way towards the source of the knocking, he wondered what awaited him this time.

Opening the door, Dastarn was met with a surprising sight: a group of villagers stood before him, wearing expressions of excitement and anticipation.

"Dastarn!" one of them exclaimed. "We've been looking for you everywhere! The Council of Elders has summoned you. They have urgent news to share."

Dastarn's eyebrows shot up in surprise. The dream had taken an unexpected turn and seemed to spill into reality. He went along with the flow, intrigued by the unfolding events. "The Council of Elders?" he echoed, a mix of curiosity and anticipation in his voice. "What do they want with me?"

The villager who had spoken stepped forward, a sense of urgency etched on his face. "They spoke of your son, Dastarn. It seems he possesses a unique gift, a power that needs to be harnessed and protected. The fate of our village may depend on it."

Dastarn's heart skipped a beat. The dream had revealed a truth that now seemed to echo in the waking world. He felt a deep sense of responsibility and determination welling up inside him. "Lead the way," he said firmly, ready to face whatever awaited him.

The villagers nodded, their faces filled with a mixture of hope and awe. They guided Dastarn to the village square, where the Council of Elders had gathered. The elders, wise and weathered, regarded Dastarn with a mix of solemnity and anticipation.

One of the elders stepped forward, their voice carrying the weight of authority. "Dastarn, we have been awaiting your arrival. Your son possesses a rare gift, a connection to the ancient magic of our ancestors. It is a power that must be nurtured and wielded for the greater good."

Dastarn listened intently, his mind focused on the words of the elder. He felt a deep sense of purpose welling up within him, understanding the significance of the path that lay before him and his son.

"We will guide you, Dastarn," another elder spoke, their voice filled with reassurance. "Together, we will unlock the potential within your son and teach him to wield his gift responsibly. The journey will not be easy, but with love and determination, we can shape a brighter future."

Dastarn nodded, a resolute expression on his face. "I am ready," he declared, his voice filled with conviction. "I will do everything in my power to protect and nurture my son's gift, for the sake of our village and the world beyond."

The Council of Elders nodded in approval, their eyes shining with wisdom. They knew that Dastarn's unwavering commitment would be crucial in the days to come.

As the village embraced this newfound purpose, Dastarn couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the dreams that had guided him. They had prepared him for the extraordinary journey ahead, a journey of discovery, growth, and the realization of his son's true potential.

With the support of the Council of Elders and the love of his family, Dastarn set out on this path, ready to face the challenges and embrace the destiny that awaited them all.

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*knock* *knock*

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There it was again the same knocking and Dastarn opened his eyes for the third time and this time he was more annoyed than surprised, "not again".

He was still in the same dream and now he wanted to tell those council of elders off. He looked around preparing for the same scenario and just wishing to wake up from it now.

*Knock* *KNOCK!*

This time it was even louder that it was about to wake up Enara.