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that
mean?” asked Vartan desperately.
    “That was his fate, and you are
fortunate to remain in a position to choose your own. It is with
the luck of the gods that you will wake again, as the amount of
magic that you unleashed could dispatch the uninitiated from
Marithia - or from any other world, for that matter. When the time
is right, we will meet again. Until that time, we will watch you
from afar. We will have much more to discuss then."
    “ Who are you? What are
you? How will I know who you are when we meet again?” asked
Vartan.
    The figure let out an
immense laugh that sent a few stalactites smashing into the ground.
“You are not the only creature that is able to use magic,
Vartan. I am Karven. I am to my kind what your kings are to yours.
You are not yet prepared, or anywhere near ready, to handle all of
the answers I am able to provide; But at the very least, I owe you
a proper introduction."
    The figure of the man suddenly
vanished with a flash. Vartan watched in wonder as a large
reptilian tail slowly appeared at the bottom of the mound, covered
in dark red scales that shimmered with many colours in the light.
Each scale continued to change until mighty Karven’s gigantic body
revealed itself. He spread his great wings, and breathed out
searing breath that melted the ice around the cavern.
    The dragon king's voice
filled the caverns. “So you see, young Vartan, you will never need
question who or what I am when we meet. But I need you to understand
that if you utter a word of our existence, no human or elf will
believe your words, and you risk the destruction of us all. Now you
must awaken!”
    Awaken? Am I
dreaming all of this? thought
Vartan.
    Karven chanted the words
“ Mens agitat
molem ,” and the spell immediately began
to take effect. Vartan felt a flow of magic wash over him like a
bucket of icy water, and his soul was pulled back into his body at
the speed of light.

    The horses came to a sudden halt
beside the farm, under the pale white glow of the moon. A cheerful
Victoria ran to open the door with a lantern in her grip, welcoming
her family home with a warm smile. Her voice rang with love. "Thank
the gods you found them my love, come inside and out of the
cold..."
    Suddenly her face paled as if
she had seen a ghost, and she stared at him with eyes stripped of
life, appearing frozen in time. The words escaped her lips with a
whisper. "Where are our children?"
    Leon stood his ground, with
Vartan lying unconscious in his arms. A faint fog of breath escaped
their eldest son's lungs, and Victoria sobbed a sigh of relief.
    Standing up straight and
blinking her watery eyes, her voice broke as she asked, "And what
of little Finn? Where is he?"
    The horsemen carried the boy's
broken and bloodied body by the arms and legs, carefully placing
him on the ground beside Leon's feet. They nodded respectfully and
as they left for their horses, the nearest man whispered, "I am
terribly sorry for your loss."
    The breaking of the lantern's
glass on the ground made Leon wince before his wife’s cries reached
his ears and tore through his heart. Walking past his sobbing wife,
his eyes blurred with his own tears. He carried Vartan to his room
and placed him down, carefully, on his bed, covering him with a
warm blanket.
    Walking with heavy steps, he
spoke softly as he returned outside to find his wife. "Victoria...
I..."
    She knelt in the dirt with
her son lying in her arms. She looked up at him and her lips
quivered as she wailed, "Like this? Was he fated to die like this ?"
    Leon approached slowly,
clutching the wooden carving of a knight on horseback in his
clenched fist. Dropping to his knees in front of her, he took them
both in his arms and held them tight.

Chapter 3: Darkness Falls
    “Like moths to a flame, both young and old
journey to my tower. They seek my powers to satisfy the many needs
of mortals, and I do not ask any of them for their reasons, but the
price of blood must always be paid.
    Some