[Present time]
It had been a long while ever since I'd dreamed about that time. Five years ago, Misha and the other Flamerose guys had come knocking at the gates of my home. They'd told me that there was trouble involving my friends, and Ren had come for them to save them from Tyron.
At least, that was what they'd told me. When I got there along with Misha and the others, a different scene was there for me to see. My friends were perfectly fine, although blood smeared their clothes. They seemed unharmed, and there were no injuries on them at all.
Whatever joy that I felt upon seeing that they were all right was immediately stamped out when I lowered my gaze and saw Ren lying on the floor, battered beyond recognition. Near him was Tyron, and although he wasn't bloody, he looked just as bad. I'd tried to convince myself that he wasn't dead.
