While Syryn slept, he saw many dreams that showed him slivers of what his life had been. But the moment he woke up to reality, the memories of his dreams dispersed, leaving loneliness in their wake. Syryn had been happy in the dream. He remembered having a family.
Waking up, the mage was incredibly hungry. He lay motionless on his bed, thinking about the final moments he spent awake before Grifan was killed. Syryn had felt another presence overlapping his conscious self. This entity had fed words into his mouth and used his body like a puppet. He had been aware of every second that the mysterious presence made use of his body.
