Violent flashes of lights and whooshing objects occupied the dreams of the prince. He was grunting in his sleep as he remembered what happened to the ship vaguely. They were attacked, but he couldn't tell what got them. He didn't know if that was the ancient demon or something else. No one knew in his crew… no one knew even in this place where he woke up in.
Creadan Volen forced his eyes open and saw that he was not in a cabin anymore. It was practically a small shack that only had one room for everything. He got up from the hard bed and grimaced at the clothes that were on his body. It was way better than his tattered robes, but they still seemed to be from the common folk. Creadan got to his feet and followed the aromatic smell of smoke. Something very delicious was cooking nearby.
