hen Lumien was struck by the white light, he sensed the memory of the Red Troll's brutality was forced into the farthest recesses of his mind. He felt unless he consciously chose to recall it, the memory would remain buried.
Suddenly, the bitter memories from his childhood came flooding back. He was forced to recall the day his parents sat him down, telling him the truth about his condition, that he had an unheard, rare terminal illness. While they didn't say it outright, he understood there was no cure and that he might not have much time left.
One after another, the painful memories followed. The constant battles with his frail body, the loneliness of being too sick and thus being forced to be bedridden for most of the time, the quiet anger he sometimes felt toward the unfairness of it all, the moments of hopelessness, and the overwhelming sadness.
