Running through the prison's corridors with no sence of direction watsoever, I hear the sounds of pounding footsteps and the clanking of armor. My run is stopped abruptly as I come to a dead end. With a panic, I look around for an escape as the sounds come closer. Feeling for any loose bricks against the wall, I find a hole. "Damn...that's small." Denying my chances of fitting into such a thing, the guards are just a few yards away. "Looks like there isn't any choice!" And I manage to slip through.

I still feel the presence of my sister...somewhere. As though she is guiding me. The sun has still not risen. And her aura leads me to the end of an alley. My lungs reaching for breath rapidly, I wonder why she has lead me to such a strange place. But, in less than a second, my question is answered. I see boy...no...a young man rather. He turns around hearing my cough. "Are you alright?" He runs over to help me.

Once I get a good look at his face, it's as thought I'm looking at a mirror image of me from years ago. I am speachless to how this could have happened. His eyes are probably as wide open as mine right now, and he finally manages to spit some words out, "Are you..." Unable to even finish sentance.

I flinch backwards away from him in shock. In my mind, confusion flutters all the possibilities of why he may even exsist. Anna had died before she would have been to have a child. Who is this person?

He looks at me with eyes of determination as if set to know my being. "So you don't have to ask any questions to your sister, I am your son. I know my mother was murdered by our previous king. That before my soul was sent to heaven, she saved it and placed it within the body of a newborn, so that I would be raised with health."

"Anna...was...pregnant?" I can barely find the courage to speak. Then I realise, "She never sent me that last letter. Where...she wanted to tell me something."

"What did Lia want me to do?" I ask instead of embracing him. He looks surprised also that I am not doing so.

"Apparently there is a rebellion starting up in Italy with their pope. And it has to do with the power of the Psalms. Your sister contacted you because you still have a body attatched to earth. Because you don't know of many psalms if any, she wanted me to be of assistance."

Looking down, I uncomfortably ask, "Can you handle a sword?"

"Fairly well."

"Do you have a spare?"

He nods.

"I suppose we should go then."

"Are you serious?"

"What do you mean?"

"We have to alert the other members of the party."

"...eh?"

He quietly laughs, "I thought you figured we'd be doing this alone." He picks up a whistle that is tied around his neck from a loose string and blows into it making a high-pitched noise. Four men come out of dark hiding places I had not suspected.

"Geeze...about time. How long were you going to make us wait?" said one.

"Give me a break."

They started to walk out of the alley, "We should get going before dawn breaks." I am still startled. Slowly, I catch up with them. I tap my "son" on the shoulder, "What is your name?"

"Ancil."