Wrik woke up among the headaches, though he had not opened his eyes. Some visions came to him, something that he would rather not see. He heard the screaming of his mad mother, saw Lucas and Anton getting beaten by a few men. But Lucas and Anton in the vision were just boys, one was barely 14 while the other was around 12. He gritted his teeth unconsciously, and saw another boy, getting involved in the conflict.
His alter ego told him to not try to close the wall, but he did exactly that, getting conscious. Well, patching up would be the right words to describe it. The wall was already old with thousands of cracks in it. It had been protecting him since he was a kid, he did not know how much he could hold on to it.
