Early the next morning, Luciola awoke to see that his lord had already been awake before him. The weary Luciola (he just woke up) noticed there was a difference in the way his master usually looked, his eyes had certain intensity to them that Luciola had never seen in his master's eyes before. His breathing was very heavy and a sheet of sweat dripped down his cheek.

" Where is Delphine?" he vaunted at Luciola as if he would know the whereabouts of his sister.

" My lord," Luciola replied," we still do not know where she would be."

The thought of not knowing where his sister was seemed plague his mind. His mind seemed to perspire with the thoughts as his heart was trying to search for an escape this everlasting hell he was forced to endure.

" It must have been a nightmare." Dio mumbled as if meaning to only say that to himself.

" A nightmare?" Luciola questioned.

" Yes," Dio said a certain cracking in his voice," It was about her, Delphine and…" Luciola couldn't bare the thought of hearing his Lord Dio in pain, the sorrow that his heart couldn't contain, a tangible sadness.

I want Lord Dio, he thought, to be happy

" And also…" the prince continued," I continually called your name, but you wouldn't answer, you wouldn't save me."

The flashback of his dream reoccurred in the mind of Dio."Help me Luciola!" the prince shouted trying to escape from Cicada's tight grasp."Luciola!" his pleas grew louder as his undesired fate came closer. As much as the guild boy struggled, he could not escape Delphine, he could not escape the guild. You can never escape. The more he knew as much as he begged, he could not avoid this event the more his cries grew louder."LUCIOLA" he shouted in one final attempt before it was too late.

His eyes squinted as if the dream was happening again; the dream was active in the deep depths of his mind.

"Luciola," Dio shouted," don't leave me, Luciola!"

I will always stay by your side, Lord Dio, Luciola thought as if it were a fact.

"I'm here, Lord Dio," Luciola said calmly trying to comfort his disturbed lord," I haven't left your side."

Dio eyes returned to their normal state but all the hard work of calming him down was all in vain. For than he returned to his aimless depression. His temper wasn't foul but it looked like his sister and the Trial of Aggon tore his soul. This was a dreadful experience that Luciola could not prevent from occurring. How would he help his Lord Dio recover from such a hardship bestowed upon a guild member such as himself?

"You must not strain yourself," Luciola advised Dio, trying to make him feel at least a little bit better," Lord Dio." Dio could tell that Luciola was worried about him so he tried to get in a better mood.

" I guess you're right." Dio said forcing a false smile that Luciola could tell was far from a real smile.

Dio's face (Luciola noticed) was sticky with sweat that perspired across his face. His usually calm neat hair was knotted and threadbare. The small braid that dangled from the left side of his head was stringing out on the sides. Luciola began to stroke a round brush through the matted mess of Dio's hair, intent on making Dio look like his normal self, not an insomniac.

" What are you doing, Luciola?" the curious Dio asked.

" I'm…brushing your hair," replied Luciola his face turning amber red.

" Wow," Dio replied," I never expected someone like you to be brushing my hair."

And for that split second Luciola saw a smile that spread across Dio's face that he thought he would never see again. His heart skipped a beat, as Dio himself did not know how truly happy it made Luciola when he was happy.

Luciola uncoiled Dio's braid but was greatly surprised that Dio's hair was fluffy and soft out of the small braid instead of smooth and silky. After a while of brushing Dio's rough hair, a small golden haired girl appeared in the doorway.

" Dio come here," she said in an exited manner.

"Alvis?" Dio questioned with a dumbfounded expression on his face.

She took Dio by hand and lead him into a dark dusky room. With one hand (holding onto Dio with the other) she flickered on the bright lights. " Surprise!" yelled the large group of people.

"Surprise?" Dio said with the same confused look on his face.

" Happy Birthday, Dio!" Alvis shouted happily holding an oddly shaped present up to him.

They are celebrating Lord Dio's birth week, Luciola thought, a bit confused himself.

TO BE CONTINUED