A candle's flame danced across the stone walls, giving the small, dark room a dim light. Although it was dark, anyone could easily tell how empty the room was. The only thing in it was a small table in the center, which held the candle. Also placed on it was a pile of papers, and a small glass paperweight.

Two figures could be seen standing across each other, on either side of the table. There were no chairs, but the two did not seem to mind standing. The first was a man. He was dressed in a long black cloak that had electric blue trim. You couldn't see his face, as he had his hood on, but through the darkness that covered his face, you could clearly see two piercing blue eyes, the same color as the cloak's trim.

He was in conversation with the second person who was clearly a woman. She was dressed in a similar cloak, only hers had sunshine yellow trim, and a black silk sash tied around the waist, showing off her feminine figure. She was at least a head shorter than the man, and she had her hood on as well, but you could not see her eyes.

"How long." The man said. His voice was deep and commanding, so it didn't sound like he was asking a question. It was more like he was demanding information.

The woman responded with a calm tone, as though she were not intimidated by the man's harsh voice. "Three months." She said.

Anger lit up the man's face. Although the woman could not see his angry expression, his emotions because clear to her when he plucked the paperweight off the table and threw it across the room, causing it to shatter on the stone wall.

"Patience!" The woman said, stepping around the table. She placed a gentle hand on the man's arm. "Our plan will work."

"But what if it doesn't?" The man countered. "It has been three months! Three months, and we aren't even close to accomplishing what we wanted! Celeste, if we don't act now, when can we?"

Celeste looked at the man sadly. "Oh, darling. You ask much. You expect much. But you expect more than we can give! Remember, how we were three months ago?"

The man scowled at the memory of his past self. He didn't like to talk about how he and the others used to be. After all, they had no time to dwell on memories. It seemed they didn't have time to do anything but train anymore. "We were children three months ago. We had no discipline."

"We were excellent fighters—" Celeste began, but the man interrupted.

"But we had no purpose! No reason! I agree, we trained, but for what? There was nothing to train for!"

Celeste sighed. "Lexton—"

"I told you not to call me that!" Lexton shouted. "My name is Commander Cloud!"

"What have you turned into?" Celeste asked, her voice bearing sadness. "I did not fall in love with this man that you are now."

"People change." Lexton snapped, looking away.

"Darling," Celeste pulled down her hood, revealing long, brown ringlets cascading down her petite shoulders, and chocolate brown eyes staring up at Lexton. "Look at me."

After a moment of hesitation, the man looked down at Celeste.

"I am still the same person I was." She said. "Why can you not be?"

"Because," Lexton said, glaring at her. "That would get me nowhere."

"Darling…" Celeste tried to touch Lexton's hood, so she could reveal his face, but he caught her wrist, and held it still.

"I've told you," he growled harshly. "Not to touch my hood!"

"I-I'm sorry." Celeste said, sadly. "I just…" she faltered. She knew that Lexton had changed, but she couldn't help but hope that the old him was still there, somewhere. Seeing his face might've helped to keep that hope alive. She leaned forward, and tried to kiss him, but he released her arm, and turned away.

"Please…" She whispered. "Don't push me away."

Suddenly, the door swung open and a second man stepped in. He didn't wear a cloak like the other two; instead he was dressed in black skinny jeans, a black long-sleeved T-shirt, and converse. He had pale his pale skin, dark eyes, shoulder-length dark hair, and thin layer of eyeliner. A dark black sword hung at his side in a silver sheath. It was Constantine, the son of Hades.

"General—" He began, but Lexton cut him off angrily.

"Why aren't you wearing your cloak?" He demanded.

"Well I—"

"NO EXCUSES!" Lexton thundered. If there was one thing he hated, it was when the Dark Dreamers didn't wear their cloaks. He didn't like to remember what they had once been. He liked to think that they had changed, and that they were different people.

"I-I'm sorry?" Con tried, but all it did was provoke Lexton's anger.

"Guess you'll be missing dinner again!" He shouted, causing Con to flinch. "Now what do you want?"

"W-Well, Jordan wanted to use the training dummy that Malachi was using, but Malachi wouldn't give it to him. Then Jordan started threatening him with his sword, a-and now they're fighting…" Con's voice grew softer and softer and finally silent, because the entire time he had been speaking, Lexton's glare just because deeper and deeper. He didn't want to anger the son of Zeus anymore than he already had. After all, that was the fourth day he had lost dinner that week!

"Those two again?" Lexton said in rage. "Why didn't you make sure that they were in different training yards?"

"I just—"

"Well, you've just lost breakfast too!" Lexton snarled. "I thought you might have learned by now."

The son of Zeus strode forward, and for a scary moment, Con thought Lexton was going to attack him, or something, but he just pushed past him, and left the room.

Afraid of losing more meals, Constantine followed.

As soon as the two were gone, Celeste sank to the ground. She couldn't believe what her love had become. He was nothing like he used to be. Now, he was all harsh, and mean, and uncaring. People do change, but not this much. And if one thing was for sure, it was that Lexton Cloud was a very different man. And it was the fault of those gods! The gods that had betrayed them! The gods who had turned on their poor younger siblings! The gods who were going to pay! The gods who they were planning to destroy…