The sound of screaming echos through the air. Fire roars on all sides as people run past. A deep laugh roars through the city. Looking down Leon sees an overly large sword in his hand. Bigger than his own body it extends out six foot from the hilt. He bisects a woman as she runs by. No feelings of remorse or thoughts of why he would do such a thing. His other hand reached out, and a beam of crackling energy erupts from him. The blast slams into the chest of a man five foot away. The body erupts from the inside, turning into a fine mist. A voice comes from Leon's mouth, but it's not his own.

"I'm here to save you, don't worry."

His body begins to walk fast until he is in a sprint. Effortlessly he slams the blade into any within range, ravishing their bodies. Beast fly through the air screaming and laughing while carrying people off and tearing into their bodies with claws and teeth. The large bat like wings flap loudly. There skinless bodies have razor sharp claws and talons. Horns protruding from the forehead.

Leon's strange voices calls out

"Make sure no one escapes. They will need to be made to understand their wrong doings."

A group of four of the beast behind him nod and fly off. Standing in the middle of a burning city, he raises his arms up and out and in a voice akin to laughter, shouts out.

"Your king has arrived."

Leon burst up from his bed, panting and looking around his room. He runs to the window and looks out over the city. Nothing has changed from the days before. He slumps back against the wall and falls to the floor still breathing heavy. He can hear birds chirping outside and the distance sounds of the people below.

"must've just been a dream."

A delicate female voices softly speaks in his mind.

"No my child. It was the truth."

Leon jumps to his feet with a shout.

"Who's there? Make yourself seen."

A guard burst into the room from his position outside.

"Sir, who's here? Where are they?"

"I..I don't know. I heard them though."

The guards looks under the bed and behind the door. There isn't much in the room but the guard search through it all.

"There's no one here sir."

"I...I guess it was just a bad dream. Thank you."

Leon looks away slightly embarrassed and begins to walk out of the room. As he leaves he looks behind him surveying the room a final time and heading down the hall.

"I could of sworn…"

As the weather began to change so did the city of Lestillim. The tents in the markets were decorated in fluffy spolls of tinsel and the banners around the kingdom were replaced with more brightly colored blues and purple versions.

During the winter solstice the kingdom of Lestillim gathers together and celebrates life and growth. This is the time of year when children are conceived and they thank Modais for the harvest and supplies them with enough food to survive. Two weeks of celebration and parties transformed the kingdom from a militaristic uniform controlled environment into a gnome city where parties rage every night and no one has regardless for standards.

Despite all of this the days leading up to this transformation were much like usual. Although, the scene was changing slowly with the colder wind and weather coming in the brighter colors started to turn up just as fast.

Leon made his way to the library, coming to the large metal studded double doors. As he pushed them open, Dyandale was on the other side.

“I heard you had a nightmare, sir.”

To himself as Leon could wonder was how he could’ve found this out in the time it took him to reach the library.

“My job is to know what is happening with you and your brother. Lushen is in the weight room as we speak.”

“Not a surprise.” Leon muttered under his breath.

“Now, would you like to talk about this nightmare?”

“Not really” Leon last away as he replies.

“The royal family doesn’t have nightmares Prince Leon. This is something we should really talk about.

“It was nothing, really. Just a bad dream.”

Dyandale stares at the boy without a twitch of his face.

“Look at me.”

“No. You may be able to fool Lushen. but I know what kind of magic you have. Enchantment is a major focus of yours.”

“You may know some of the magic I use but I can assure you enchantment is not what my focus is. I’m just very talented if I do say so myself.”

Leon looks up at Cyandale with an expression of sarcastic doubt.

“Really…”

As Leon begins to talk is eyes glass and expression goes lax. At the same time Dyandale lets out a word of power after blindly fast movement of his left hand by his side.

With direct eye contact Dyandale smirks.

“Now, as I was saying, why don’t you tell me what your dream was about.”

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Leons eye’s began to deepen in color and turn almost pitch black.

“No.”

A shocked expression starting growing on Dyandale’s face as he stammers.

“W-what do you mean no?”

Leon blinks twice and his eyes clear up to there natural gold he crosses his arms behind his head and answers.

“I mean I don’t want to talk about it. I just came here to look for some books for study.”

“What just happened?” Dyandale says not believing his eyes.

“What do you mean? Why do you have that look on your face?”

Dyandale begins to whisper to himself.

“The spell obviously connected.”

Leon interrupts his musing.

“You cast a spell on me? What did you do?”

Leon begins to look across is himself and patting on his body.

“I cast a weak command spell on you, you should already know that.”

“Is my dream really important enough to cast a command spell on me? Why would you do that?”

“It’s my job Leon, do you really not remember the spell connecting?”

Leon’s eyes flash black for a fraction of a second as he says.

“No, but don’t cast magic on me ever again.”

Dyandale’s reply snapped out of him faster than either of them would have expected.

“Yes my lord.”

Leon’s expression shifts from mere confusions to under bafflement.

“What! You know you aren’t aloud to call anyone lord except Moddy.”

“How did you do that?” Questions Dyandale and then realizes what he said and with a growl.

“Our lord’s name is Modais, Leon.”

“We’re close I call him Moddy, alright? And how did I do what?”

“Prince Leon… Please take a seat.”

“That’s kinda why I came here. You’re being weird can I get to what I was doing?”

“I need to figure this out.” replies Dyandale.

“Figure what out?”

Dyandale looks over to Leon and twist his hand but when he tries to speak nothing comes out. He continues to stare at him. Leon glares back.

“Did you just try to cast a spell on me again?”

“Try was the operative word there prince. Something stopped me. That is what I need to figure out.”

Leon rolls his eyes. At the same time Dyandale closes his eyes and starts whispering.

“Sir, I may need your assistance in the library. I am here with Prince Leon.”

Leon’s jaw drops and gives the older man an unbelieving look.

“Really? Why are you calling Deyton? I literally did nothing wrong. I came here to study.”

Small sparks begin to appear in different parts of the room slowly making there way to the door. A loud tear sounds in the hallway about twenty feet from the outside of the chamber’s door. Deyton’s large body appeared coming out of the tear with a weary look on his face.

“What was that?

Dyandale looked at him and with a questioning look.

“What do you mean?”

Deyton walked into the rom and looked between the two.

“My message couldn’t connect with you and when I tried to to come to you the portal wouldn’t attach anywhere.”

Dyandale looked at Leon, then back at to Deyton. Leon cut in before Dyandale could say anything.

“I think Dyandale is going crazy.”

“What seems to be the issue?” Deyton asked with a confused look on his face. As these words slipped from his mouth another tear appeared in the air behind Leon. A sharp pain radiated from his neck and his vision went black as he crumbled to the ground. Everyone still conscious in the room looked at the new resident.

“I felt an unfamiliar presence in the castle.” Duran said looking down at his child.

“I think the connection is trying to be made.”

The two men looked at their king. Deyton spoke first.

“Seems a few years early doesn’t it?”

With an expressionless face Duran spoke ago.

“It’s not heard of for the connection to be made earlier if the vessel is strong, I just expected it to happen to Lushen first. If you remember our connections came early as well.”

Deyton cocked his head slightly.

“Yeah, but we were only a few months early.”

Dyandale gave an understanding nod finally catching up with the conversation. He looked towards his liege. Duran eyed the man and sighed.

“I guess they are stronger than we were then huh?” Duran said with an annoyed air.

“I suppose we should get them the rings now. They just have to wear them for a few years instead of months like us.”

Deyton nodded and disappeared. While they waited Dyandle questioned his king.

“Will these rings keep there magic in check?”

Duran slowly turned his head towards the man, then looked back to his child. Shaking his head he said.

“No, they will stop Modias from embedding in them before their bodies can contain him.”

The expression on the teachers face wasn’t surprised but more along the lines akin to ignorance. Duran took it as an invite to explain further.

“Modias doesn’t see time like we do. He takes the soul at birth and gives them the magic of substantial value to the strength of their soul. This magic lies mostly dormant until Modias embeds a small bit of himself into the holder of his magic to give them control over it. It has to be done this way because he can’t have the soul until they agree to it.”

Deyton returned at this point with a small dark metal box in his hand cutting in on the conversation.

“This is why we have the blade ritual. They give their soul over willingly and get control over the magic they have in them.”

Dyandale nodded slowly looking at the boy on the floor, then looked back up.

“That explains the blade ritual but what was this about? Also, does that mean we already know who the next king is since the magic is already in them?”

Duran chuckled slightly to himself then opened his mouth to speak.

“Well. Since Modias doesn’t see time like we do he doesn’t know when to give them control over the power they have until he is summoned. This is where the rules are bent though. Whenever one of his vessels are in extreme duress he will loosen the grip on his magic so that they could defend themselves.”

This is when Deyton interrupted.

“There’s no use in investing so much into something if it’s going to die. The amount of power the host gets correlates to how much they have in them. Seeing as there was an antimagic dome around him, I'd say he has an abundance of magic in him.”

Deyton held out the box and opened it slowly. Two rings were placed inside of it. Duran grabbed one and placed it on the ring middle finger of his sons hand. He looked slightly confused as he stood back up.

“Why was worried or scared though?”

Deyton laughed heartily. leaning slightly back and then propping himself on the wall.

“Remember when you threw a fireball at the guards during training when we were younger because they said we had eighty more laps to run.”

Wiping a tear from his eye and calming down a bit he continued.

“You said you thought you were going to die.”

Duran scowled at his brother, and growled slightly. Dyandale looked at them with a concerned look on his face. Before any further argument could break out he spoke.

“He… He said he had a nightmare.”

The room got deadly quiet. The two leaders of the kingdom stared at the man. With a serious note of worry in his voice he replied.

“We don’t have nightmares. We can’t even dream. We don’t have souls”

“I’m aware sir.” With that being said Dyandale relayed the events before they had shown up.