I felt like death, plagued by nightmares of the eradication of my own house by Amir’s hand. Waking up to him looming above me didn't help, that darkness made me feel like death was just grazing me. A sensation that will take some getting used to. I kept thinking back to Amir on the wall, cleaving through the men like they were nothing, the darkness forming around him as he wholly consumed them in the immense dark.

I would have been killed had it not been for my gifts, the familiarity of the pattern also helped but the power behind his attacks were like nothing i've ever felt before. At that moment I didn't see Amir, I saw a wraith coming to collect a debt. Slowly throwing those thoughts out of my head I managed to make it to the barracks before roll call. The barracks stood just opposite the palace, adding an additional layer of security to it for the King.

I walked through the halls of the barracks, a large set of buildings where we slept, trained and planned for operations and warfare. It was busier than usual, considering the war that the king had started, a war that I didn't agree with. Especially since what happened with House Asterios, that void would be a large and noticeable one to fill. I don't think any house could fill that void, their humanitarian efforts were unmatched.