[Fluffie]

He found himself in the past for a few moments, the images on the wall giving life to some of his memories. Sadly, his memories weren’t consoling, they only reminded him of how the destructive power of mages had caused the sea and sky to trade places... Attempts to stop them had seemed futile, the time had come, doomsday had reached his people.

Still caught in times long since passed, he reaches out and carefully touches the picture of the seemingly moving sceptre for a moment. It too seemed familiar, but he couldn’t place it. He turned around and looked at the sobbing man again and he wondered... how long had he been resting? What was the world like nowadays?

“Does the name... Vicotnik sound familiar?” he speaks, softly and with an inquiring tone.