"Good morning, Gray. Are… Are you okay?" Arthur tilted his head, wondering what his brother was doing in his room so early. Gray didn't seem to be in any hurry to leave either, which was out of the ordinary.
The prince wiped his quickly drying tears, glancing at his wet hands in confusion.
Trying to remember the dream he'd just had proved next to impossible. Arthur frowned, confused, 'What happened…'
It made no sense that he would be crying. However, before he could ponder this abnormality, his mind flooded with memories of the night before.
The Sun Ritual!
Arthur remembered trying to get away from the hungry golden lance as it sucked the flames from his core. The feeling was fresh in his mind, almost palpable.
Arthur could remember the feeling of drowning as the most vital part of his body was assailed by the hungry Trident. The white-haired prince placed a hand on his chest and felt for the flame core…