Charlie was falling through air, when he hit the ground he couldn't move and there was a medival man before him, in chain mail holding fire in his hands.
"Thanks for setting me loose, Charlie Bone, why don't you take a nice long coma to think about everything you've done against the Bloors for the last few years,"
"No, please, I just helped you..."cried Charlie.
"You should have done it sooner," snarled the man. "I didn't like the wait, so you can think about it for a while."
He snapped his fingers.
Charlie woke in cold sweat.
The sun was just setting.
"Charlie, you're up," Cook turned around from the door.
But Charlie was forved to pretend he hadn't heard and close his eyes again, the very same dream forcing its way into his mind.
The next time he woke up, it was Ezekiel Bloor by his side.
"Charlie Bone," he screetched. "Why did you break your oath?"
"I didn't mean to, okay? God..."
"Alright, but what did you do?"
"I wasn't thinking and I told Billy and Tancred about the oath... sorry..."
Ezekiel glared.
"I'm sorry," repeated Charlie.
"Why did you look scared while you slept?" Ezekiel moved on.
Silence.
"Tell me!"
"I... I had a dream... it was nothing... just a lion..."
"Tell the truth," said Ezekiel, his eyes boring into Charlie's.
"There was a man... he was going to put me into a coma... I don't remember all of it... I had been falling... and I think I had done something for him, but he was angry that I had taken so long..."
"What was the man like?"
"Medeival... dark... he had chain mail and he was holding fire..."
"Borlath."