Evan and Priam decided to get some shuteye after training for five hours into the night. The island was at a standstill, almost like time was standing still. Priam sat on his bed an stared at the ceiling. He had so many questions, so many unknowns. Deciding that worry would get him nowhere, he lied down and tried to sleep. Sleep came to him quickly...
Darkness was everywhere. It was as though the sun had been blotted out. Priam looked around, seeing nothing other than a black void.
"Where the hell am I... Am I dreaming?"
The void started to shake, and a figure started walking towards Priam. It was a man, about six feet tall, with a long, brown cloak and ashy, white hair. He stood about ten feet away from Priam.
His voice seemed like that of a demon, like Priam was hearing Grima again. "Priam... Listen to me... It is vital that you do."
Priam clenched his teeth. "Who are you... Where am I?"
The figure shook his head, "No time... Time is gone... Death approaches... Even now, The Master plans to use you... All of you..."
Priam balled his fists, "If you don't speak like a normal human being in ten seconds, I'm going-"
"Calm... Anger is deadly. Master likes anger. He manipulates it... Manipulates me. Let go of your rage."
Priam sighed. "What the hell are you saying? Who's your Master?"
The man shook his head. "No time... Out of time... The Master holds power, even in your dreams... I must leave now... Watch your heart, Priam. The Master seeks to destroy it... To destroy all that is good..."
Priam shook his head, "Gods damn, this is one of the strangest dreams I've ever had..."
The man's eyes went wide, "Dream? No. No dreams... No future... No hope. Unless you stop Master, all will burn. All will perish. Nothing will remain. You must stop him."
Priam sighed, "Alright, let's say that I believe that this isn't a crazy dream... Let's say that I think you're a reliable person to get information from... Saying all of that, what did you come here to do?"
The man nodded. "I came to give you a warning... A clue. A last chance. Hope. I came to give you this message- The angels are not what they seem. Remember that- The angels are not what they seem."
"Angels? What angels?"
The man sighed. "I am sorry. The angels have already placed their spell over me. I cannot give you a name. Their- His power is too great... Even speaking to you now. I feel pain. Misery. Loss."
Priam was skeptical. While this did seem too surreal to be a dream, this guy wasn't making much sense. Angels? The Master? What did all of that mean? More importantly, how can an 'angel' prevent someone from saying its name?
"Tell me, how can these so called 'angels' have power over you?"
"They posses your heart. Your mind. They take over all you love, and replace it with all you hate. It is a miracle that I still stand here, some sanity still here... But not much. Soon, my mind will be gone. Soon, I will be gone, too..."
The darkness started to glow, and the figure was fading.
"Damn... Out of time. The rest is up to you, descendent of Ike. The fate... Your... Choice..."
Priam woke up, drenched in sweat. Taking a brief moment to look around, he noticed that he was still in bed. Sighing, he rubbed his temples.
Was that a dream? If not, who was that guy? ... Damn it, why do I have so many questions?
There was a knock at his door, "Heyo! Mr. Priam?"
Jarred out of his thoughts, Priam decided that he should just focus on the now, instead of the later. Walking over to the door, he yawned. Turns out sleep talk doesn't let you sleep all that much. "Yeah?"
"It's me, Morgan. Can I please come in, Mr. Priam?"
He groaned, "Only if you stop calling me Mr.. I'm only 26."
She walked inside, "Sorry, Priam... It's just that, you're this big legend and stuff, so I feel like I have to be polite."
Priam chuckled. "There's a difference between polite and formal, Morgan. Now what did you need?"
Morgan smiled, "We're departing in an hour. Be ready-" Her eyes trailed off to the Alondite, sitting on his wall. "That's a pretty sword..."
Priam smiled, "Indeed. It has been handed down in my family for generations... It belonged to the rival of Ike."
"Wow... Well, see ya!"
And with that, Morgan was gone.
"She still moves a mile a minute..." he muttered to himself. He took a moment to admire the Alondite. A blade of gleaming sliver, the counterpart to his golden blade Ragnell. He had never once weilded the blade, though, as he preferred the Ragnell. However, leaving the Alondite here would be wasting a valuble resource...
Priam took the blade off the wall and wrapped his finger around the hilt. It was strange how it felt compared to the Ragnell. With that sword, he felt fire, a burning passion ready to help him defeat those who oppose him. With the Alondite, he feels much colder. He feels not burning desire, but ice cold skill. He then drew his Ragnell, holding both blades in his hands. They were ice and fire, sol and luna, yin and yang. They were completely seperate, yet they could not live without each other. Armed with both blades, Priam walked outside, ready for a new journey, a new battle.
Ready for a war.
A/N: Again, thanks to all of the reviewers! Next chapter, we finally set off to explore Tellius! Until next time...
"Life... Dreams... Hope... Where do they come from? And where do they go? These things... I will destroy!"
Kefka Pallazo, Final Fantasy VI