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"I am ready."
As he said that the youth mind opened like a fireworks display. In his minds eye it looked like he could see across the empire, its mountians rising before him, and the cities their different styles and sizes projecting the image of power and magesty, as well as uniqness and diversity.
Then he saw the face of a mad man, and with out knowing why he knew it was julos the mad. The face twisted the air around him with both his power and his madness. He watched as it crept out of Alleria Prime and across the length and breath of the empire. The image of the empire seethed and twisted, until at Midpoint it began to focus again and consentrate as the image spread outward.
He saw again in his minds eye another person. This time a woman. Her image was close to his, and reminded him of himself and his own family. He watched as the two contended. One for protection of the empire and the other for dominance of the empire. The images were filled with blood, and Ebram found himself standing on the feild of battle holding a sword and looking around.
He found himself in Narim also fighting against orcs to try and drive them out, and Paxia against more invading orcs. The nightmares of the past era's came upon the de Lylles. Which included that of his own. Finding his mothers laying face down in the stream, and even as he once again ran over to her his eyes teared, he felt the blood on his hands.
Then the vision calmed. He felt the rushing of the river as he was once again by himself. Naked and now clean. He looked at his hands, searching for the blood, but it was gone. He stepped from the river to find a woman wearing a crown waiting for him. She cloacked him in a white robe, and smiled down at him.
It was then that Ebramsom eyes fluttered open, confused, but strangle optimistic.
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