"I had a terrible dream. I never knew what to make of it. Maybe I had been reading too much of Magvel’s history.
I had a dream that Grima had dragged me to the depths of Hell after I gave my life. In my hand I held his heart and yet..my chest would not stop bleeding. I had no pulse against my chest, so it meant I was holding my own beating heart; his heart.
I met the saddened Prince of Grado. Surrounded by shadows as his soul sat on the ground, silent. His eyes widened with terror as laughter could be heard around him.
I could not go far. I was chained to Grima’s sleeping body. I often wondered if this is the fate of those who are possessed. Do they walk aimlessly through Hell, burdened by the pain and suffering they brought?
I can’t say for myself…but I never wanted to tell you this dream. I kept it to myself. Maybe this is why I distanced myself, because I was scared.”
















