Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or this world that they are in and I am making no money out of this. I just want to write a sequel to a really good book that I wish had one.

Chapter 6

Lan was enjoying his days now, more than he ever had since his parents had moved them to Haven from Alderscroft, he missed Alderscroft less now than he did a week ago.

He and Kalira were busy memorising more trade routes, it was the last day of winter and a day off which they chose to spend studying together, she mad a joke out of the name of an obscure village known for it's lack of safety regarding traders.

As they shifted to the next page something struck him, the page of trade routes was showing the Karsite boarder and right there was White Foal Pass.

He immediately felt that tingling in his mind, he had forgotten something vital.

Images flashed before his eyes. Valdemaran troops marching through a pass. A fortress with flames roaring up the stone, that was impossible, stone wasn't flammable. And then he saw a wall of flame, a white horse lying on its side, a crossbow bolt in it's side, blood streaming from the wound. Somehow he knew she was dead. "She?" Lan thought to himself "how do I know it's a she?"

And then he was back in the living room, in Kalira's house, his muscles all tense his face beaded with sweat.

He did not notice the brief smile that was on Kalira's lips nor the fact that she ad turned two pages instead of one "are you ok Lan?"

"Yes" he managed to reply as his body recovered from the shock. He looked up into Kalira's face her expression one of concern, "really I am, tell you later but first let's get this studying done, the sooner it's done the sooner it's over.

"All right". She looked a little dubious but left it at that.

After a few candelmarks of study Kalira spoke up. "I think we've done enough studying for today, if we do any more I think my head will explode."

"Fine we can stop for the day"

"Also you said you would tell me about that, whatever it was when we finished"

Lan startled, a bit surprised that she had managed to remember, since he had forgotten he was going to tell her.

"Ok well I was skimming over the map, and when I got to White Foal Pass. I saw flashes of images. They felt like memory's, but it is more likely I was hallucinating." Lan shivered "I saw a Valdemaran army, a stone fortress on fire, a wall of flames, and some dead white horse with a crossbow bolt in its shoulder.

Kalira looked at him obviously very interested. "It all felt so real like I had been there witnessing those events in person" he finished off.

"Well" she said "it could be a hallucination, or a, dream, you repressed".

"You mean it could be a dream I've forgotten?"

"Sure" she paused and looked away as if trying to compose her features. "It's happened to me before". She turned back around.

"It's getting late, I need to be home for dinner."

"Sure" Kalira responded, "I enjoyed studying with you today Lan"

"Thanks" He responded as he left for home. As he was walking home, he caught a glimpse of the place and that feeling of belonging filled him. He wrenched his eyes away and continued on his journey.

When he reached his house his father Archer was home early from his guild meetings and so Lan spent the rest of the evening being quizzed about what he had done that day.

When his father didn't believe that he was studying Lam prattled off all the things he had learned until his father shushed him, and gave one of his rare smiles.

"Ok son: ok, now go and put on something presentable so your mother won't nag you. She will be here soon." And with that Lan went up to his room, to await the call to dinner.

After he left Kalira breathed a sigh of relief, she had almost thrown the game when he asked if it had been a dream he had forgotten. She had had to force herself not to answer him truthfully, that he was remembering his past life as a Herald.

If she told him, instead of letting him remember on his own the results could be disastrous. His mind might never recover enough to exit his coma. No better let him ease into it, he already suspected something was askew. That was good. He would start to remember soon, and with that she smiled. Once she was done, she would return to the havens, but for now she would enjoy her time with Lan.

When Lan and the family had finished their dinner. He went upstairs to his room, starring at the blank wall pondering the images he had seen.

He finally decided that Kalira was right and they were just part of a dream he had forgotten.

Then he thought about tomorrow and he felt certain that Tyron would notice him. He pushed the thought to the back of his mind and went to bed, extinguishing the lamp before he went to sleep.

He dreamed of a white horse with blue eyes and a silver mane and tail. "A companion" he thought with wonder, he saw below him an army, with priests carrying gold shrines. "Karsites" thought Lan bitterly.

Then the dream dissolved into the scene of the companion dead with a crossbow bolt in its side.

And the dream changed again. There was an assassin attacking an old man from above.

The man no the Herald appeared to be in his fifties, they had a struggle, the Heralds face was badly injured and the fight ended when the assassin burst into flames and disintegrated in a matter of moments.

And then he started awake heart pounding, when his head cleared he looked around. It was morning, once everything was in order he went off to the Merchants school, his dreams temporarily forgotten.

I'm not good with people so I am sorry in advance if I get anything wrong, or the interactions of the characters are a bit off, or the characters aren't quite the same as in Brightly Burning