Pilis...

Raol's heart was now beating rapidly as he walked out of the living room like a scared rat. He stepped on the porch and halted, taking few deap breaths, trying desperatly to calm himself down. He then quickly closed his eyes and again tried to sae the same vision, he had seen earlier, several times in his dreams. 

He saw himself, dressed in a metallic cape, sitting on an antique gold throne and was engrossed writing an old book, with the help of a gold feather and a dark color, in a very different language. But to Raol's surprise, it was a different egytian language, which he by some reason could clearly understand. He had started to have these dreams from a few days, and for a certain reason, he seemed to have grown even more possessive and caring for Rhehan.