Arnold paced back and forth in his room, trying to get answers to the questions swirling in his mind. He was very confused. "Just what the hell was that aura I sensed from Roshan?" he mused, stopping his pacing for a moment to stand still and focus.
"That aura, the only person I've ever sensed that from was Mum, before her death," he whispered, his mind flashing back to that moment. He could still hear his mother's faint whispers on her deathbed.
"Arnold, you are strong and brave. I believe I can entrust you with my final request," she whispered to little Arnold.
"Anything, anything Mother! I'll do anything you wish," he cried out, his eyes filled with tears.
"Your brother, Lukas... he'll become something special as he grows, something extraordinary... cough cough* I... I want you to protect him at all costs," she said, and then her eyes went shut.
