Kain stirred from his sleep, his mind clouded with fragments of unfamiliar dreams and confusing scenery.
The scenes in the dream were of a seemingly unfamiliar world, but it also gave him a strong sense of déjà vu.
He blinked against the soft light streaming through the tall windows of his quarters, their frames adorned with intricate carvings of mythical creatures.
The room around him was far from modest—polished wood floors, silk drapes, and walls lined with shelves holding rare scrolls and artifacts. His bed alone was large enough for several people, its frame made of dark lacquered wood inlaid with silver filigree.
Despite having lived in this room for a year, he couldn't get used to the drastic change in his living arrangements and status after becoming one of the rare beast-tamers.
