A thousand violins playing some sort of epic music. He didn't know where the music came from, but opened his eyes to see a fancy house. He was sitting in a comfortable white chair just in front of a table, looking right at a woman on the other side.

He had seen her before. The woman with fiery red hair was holding a stick while gesticulating her hands up and down. He noticed that the rhythm of the invisible violins followed each of her movements.

She had her eyes closed and seemed to feel quite the delight. When he finally got the courage to call for her attention, his voice was muffled by the loud instruments. Her motion simply came to and end and every sound halted, leaving the room in sudden silence.

"Didn't expect to see you here so soon" A smile grew on her face. "..who are you?" She looked like she had just remembered what she forgot. "I'm Elaine. You could say I'm a friend of your mother.. well, kind of a friend".

He was about to say something, but she raised her finger to shut him. "Now, darling, we don't have much time left, they are coming" Her words sunk into his mind as questions came to him. Time for what? Who is coming? Who is my mom!? Where is she?

Pointing at him, at his chest, she looked serious. "Use it when you need help. There isn't anyone to help you anymore, kid. Your father, your mother, all gone now. Choose wisely the right moment to use it" As he wondered about what she spoke, something shone, making it visible from behind his shirt.

It was the crystal she had shown before, next to his other pendant, on the same necklace. He widened his eyes. It was not possible, he didn't put it there. "And remember. You are the last, their hopes are on you. Don't fail them"

The air imploded and the room disappeared. With a deep breath, he raised his head to look at a dark night's sky. He tried to move, but he couldn't. A rope was being used to tie him down. He was still in the ruins, over a flat roof of one of the houses.

People around stared at him. Those were the ones the captured him, men that were ready to cut him down at any moment. The cold breeze got to him as his eyes wondered through his surroundings.

He felt his necklace, the crystal was really there. The identity of the woman who stuck into his dreams, his allucinations, was getting on his nerves. There was no reason for her to not tell so much when knew it all.

For a few seconds, nobody moved. They kept their eyes on him and their gaze made him uncomfortable as his fingers became restless. The woman, blonde with blue eyes, came to him first. She was cautious, but got fairly close.

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"Me erzt Kenna. Len naem" There were no meaning on her words, at least not for him. She frowned, but continued in a second. Pointing at herself, she tried again "Kenna" and then pointed at him "Len?"

He was confused, but could understand the meaning of her actions. "Fel Cynwrig" He was pointing at himself. It was the start of a conversation, a talk between a noble woman and a tied unkown boy.

--- P.O.V of Captain Ron---

"Where is Ed?" The other man looked around before answering "He didn't arrive yet". The captain frowned. The scout had been sent more than an hour ago and the man wasn't supposed to take more than twenty minutes to come back.

Another of his men got down from the roof to the base inside the small dim house. "The boy has awoken!" The mysterious boy was another concern to his mind, but his instincts screamed that there was something wrong.

"Keep the boy under control. Knock him out if needed. I want all men in defensive positions!". They didn't understand what was on his mind as there was nothing around that looked dangerous. There was nothing moving in the ruins, but they obeyed and quickly started to set all defensive measures.

"I want everybody up looking! I don't want anything to escape their sight!" The man that came to notify him nodded and headed back up. "Thomas! Aeron! You guys with me!" Those were the best warriors among the group. "Where are we going?" Aeron voiced his thoughts as they hurried out of the camp.

"We are going to get our man back" Both of them moved like they were trained for. They kept some distance, but were still able to see themselves if one needed to help the other. Allways behind pillars, stones and walls, to be discreet.

Ron found it strange. There were no signs of his man, but there was something there. The temperature around was cold, way below the one he was used to at the base. He gestured for his elites and they walked slowly to see ahead.

The further they got, the colder it was. His men were just ahead of him. He completely stopped. There was no wind, no sound. The eerie silence invaded his mind and he whistled as quiet as he could.

The worriors received the code and also stood still while looking at him. He pointed two fingers at them and closed his hand. It was another code. They found the best way to hide and laid down to be covered by the growing plants and the ruins.

They slowed their breath and heartbeat. It was a position to hide from anything that came, not to fight back. They couldn't see anything, but he could. Some sort of freezing fog filled the surrounding and he widened his eyes when he saw the reason why his man did not come back.

--- P.O.V. of Fel Cynwrig/Main Character ---

It was hard, but they were making quick progress. He already knew that her name was Kenna Leonclaw and that she was trying to speak with him. She pointed at the gigantic doors and asked something "Zwen len neh vaers dae?"

Only he knew that it was thomb and the thought of going inside again disturbed him. She noticed his conflicted expression and thought that it was caused by the language barrier. They were not at the point in which communication was easy.

"WRAITH!!" Every soldier nearly jumped, they unsheathened their swords and got ready to kill anything. It was a shout from a voice they recognized very well, captain Ron's voice. The girl, that was bent down to talk face to face with him, fell on the ground.

The boy couldn't speak their tongue, but that word was universal and he somehow knew very well that it wasn't good news.