"Lucien, you've been chosen. Prepare yourself."
"Now?"
"Now."
Cold wind blew through a field of red dandelions.
"Must it be me?"
"You are called to serve the emperor by giving up your life."
Lucien was woken up by the sound of his name being called. Opening his eyes, he saw Magnus worriedly hovering above him.
"Bad dream?"
"Yes."
Lucien had felt Red's sorrow and pain. No ordinary dream could ever feel that raw.
"What did you dream about?"
"Red."
Magnus became even more concerned about Lucien.
"I miss Red... I feel empty sometimes. Strange that I feel this way even though I know that the me I see in the mirror is half of him. How.. can I miss myself?"
Lucien stared into the fire mage's eyes. "Am I crazy, Magnus?"
The fire mage shook his head at the forlorn teen.
"Lulu, maybe you're more Luci than Red. That's why you miss him."
