Xendros woke up in cold sweat from the same dream. But this time, something has changed.
He felt the piercing of sharp fangs on his neck, yet when he looked up to see who had bitten him, he instead found the face of Prince Faestien in pain, blood spurting out his neck. The figure with golden eyes was behind him.
"Help me...." He rasped, until he became drowned in blood.
Xendros reached out, but it was far too late!
"Your Highness!!!!"
As he reached out, he was transported to the real world, jolting awake. He was in his bed. The only red was the sun breaking out from its slumber and coating the clouds in this vermillion hues. The higher it rises from the skies, however, the more the sky was revealed to be blue all along and not red.
Like his eyes.
It pained Xendros once more, and he could only curl back to his bed, face down. He placed both hands in front of him and clasped them together, crying and praying.
