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Willem did not sleep as easily as he would have liked. He had caught a fever from the infected wound, and his dreams were no more pleasant. He wandered through darkness and found no light until he saw a figure appear in the distance. When he ran to it, he was that it was his father, standing there over the body of Willem's older brother. Jacen had died almost a year ago, but his father had never recovered from the trauma of it. The king turned to his second son with tears in his eyes. "Why could you not be more like him?" Willem found tears in his own eyes and pleaded to with his father to understand. But before he could say much more there was a sword protruding from his chest. As he fell to the ground, Willem saw the man behind him was King Hadrian, laughing uncontrollably. Willem attempted to tackle him to the ground, but the man had vanished. He turned around to see Amira standing there, tears in her eyes. He ran to her as quickly as he could. But before he could reach her, an abyss appeared beneath her feet and she was swallowed into darkness.
Willem woke with a start, his body completely drenched in sweat. He could see the light of of dawn flooding the tent, and the sounds of men slowly waking and packing could be heard all around him.
Willem woke with a start, his body completely drenched in sweat. He could see the light of of dawn flooding the tent, and the sounds of men slowly waking and packing could be heard all around him.