Vexar slowly opened his eyes with a groan, but he found himself sitting in a chair next to a dimly burning lamp. He quickly surveyed his surrounding's and realized he wasn't in Kuldahar anymore, but in the town of waterdeep, more specifically, his own house. Yet at the same time, he felt younger, measureable by a spread of years at the least. It was then, after running his hand through his much shorter hair, he realized where he was and how old he was. He was eleven years old, and his father; within minutes was going to pour a pot of boiling hot water on the right side of his face. It was as if he went back in time, and kept his memories with him. He could remember that it was midday and his mother and sister we're out shopping and would return soon. He remembered distinctly that they would walk in as soon as he screamed after having the water poured on him.
He could hear his father's footsteps as he stomped up the stairs; slammed the door open and appeared in the main room from the basement. Dereth wore a blazing scowl as he grabbed Vexar by his hair and dragged him down the stairway towards the basement.
"This is the last time you disrespect me!" Dereth reprimanded; as he went to get the pot of water. Vexar just stood there, he could still think to himself as a sixteen year old but, he couldn't move, it was as if he was forced to relive the event against his will. Dereth returned with the pot of water and quickly shoved Vexar onto the old, creaky chair that sat next to him. His head was pulled to the left side, revealing the right side of his face.
"Those with burns learn!" Dereth loudly stated as he tilted the pot slightly.
As soon as he felt the water hit his skin, he heard the old front door creak open. He screamed as the water ran down from the top of his right eye down to his jawline. The pot hit the floor as his mother, Meridath, came running down the stairs and looked at Vexar. Her green eyes seemed to flare as she looked at Dereth and began to yell at him. Vexar stood up and ran past his arguing parents; ignoring his burning, raw, red skin. He was worried about one person, Anya, his six year old sister. He knew his sister would be crying in her room at this point. After charging up the stairs, Vexar ran past two doors and quickly opened his sister's door that sat on the right of the hall.
As a sixteen year old, Vexar knew this was to be a both a blessing and a curse. He hastily sat next to his mortified sister and hugged her; her head ending up against the middle of his chest. He tried his best to calm her down, despite her constant wailing and sniffling.
"Shhhh, Shhhh; calm down… Everything's going to be alright." Vexar whispered.
Anya looked up at him with tear-stained eyes; still sniffling. "Daddy hurt you, Vexar!" She whimpered.
"It's going to fine… I promise…" Vexar assured and he patted her back.
Anya once again went to speak, but this time, it was as if his dream-like state but everything seemed to shatter into a million pieces.
Vexar suddenly felt himself jolted from his sleep as he quickly sat up; then instantly laid back down after experiencing immense pain in his stomach. Vexar stared at the ceiling as his eyes began to tear up.
He muttered softly to himself. "The line was "I know you'll protect me, Vexar.""