"I want to increase your bloodline talent to at least a Legendary talent or at least the elusive Mythic talent."
The instant these words were spoken, Silver could not believe nor comprehend what he just heard. In fact, he thought he was in a dream he conjured because of all that he went through during his rite of passage.
"So I'm in a dream." Silver mumbled, and then he looked at the woman in front of him.
"You're meant to be my mother right?"
Silver grinned with a wicked smile.
"I've always wanted cut my mother's lovely hair as revenge for all the experiments she has done on me. Surely I can do that in my own dream right?"
Silver's hand moved, and with vengeance in his eyes, he grazed his mother's hair. Just as he was about to touch his supposed mother's hair, a hand grabbed his hand.
Silver growled.
"How dare you stop me? As the owner of this dream, I command you to release me and let me vent my frustrations."
