A few days after the funeral that brought stability to Deron, the world strangely went calm, making its inhabitants feel threatened rather than relieved, since they could tell that it merely was the calm before the storm, as if chaos was imminent.
In the [Dreams Academy].
In a wide luxurious room, adorned with a chandelier, wall mounted candle holders, series of bookshelves, mats, tables, and many more. A ringed foot deep pit could been in the middle of the room, decorated with mats, chairs, and stools with vases decorating them.
In front of that wall window was quite an handsome old man, seated whole gazing at a devilishly charming young man standing in front of him, with a trimmed short stubble beard and a strange pair of glasses.
"I have been waiting for you, Marken" Eadwulf said with a soft smile on his face.
"Eadw-no, Chairman, what were you thinking?" Marken questioned.
"What do you mean?"