Purple.

That was all he could see. Purple. When he closed his eyes there was only violet.

When he opened his mind...

There was only the Pravus.

Once he'd dreamed of this. Now it was his nightmare. As he stared into the boy's piercing lavender eyes, he could feel the world crashing down around his ears.

The damned child had taken over his mind, lilac thorns wheedling their way into the deepest corners of his brain. The past few centuries had been full of heliotrope obsession, yet now he had finally glimpsed a flash of cruel reality, he wished for only darkness. This was not what he had dreamt of.

He hadn't wanted this.

As he fell to the floor, a morbid, empty sensation in his stomach, there was only pain.

But, as his hands slammed into concrete, scraped and scratched, there was no doubt at all. His dream was real.

He had found the Pravus.