Darkness surround the seer. He couldn't see anything in the pitch black liquid like emptiness. last thing he remember was the feeling of something hard and cold burying on his back. Could it be a successful assassination, that he could not know. Only thing that mattered now was the darkness surrounding him. It felt thick, like a fog. But it wasn't cold and suffocating like the mists and fumes of the old monks the raised him. It was welcoming and warm like nothing he had felt before.
Here he float. In endless and absolute void, till the strange and soft voice started to talk. 'Oh my, you are awake. Feeling any better my child? For you have been dreaming long time'. Seer tried to locate the direction of the voice in darkness, but it sound like the voice would have been coming all around him. He was silent for awhile before answering. 'Who are you? Where am i?'. The voice giggled. It felt bit unnerving for the Seer. Something wasn't right in this whole thing. 'You where dying my child, betrayed by your own kind. I saw you float through the fabrics of reality and saved your poor soul'. The feeling of warmth and ecstasy flew through the Seer. Like hand sliding accros his fur. 'And now my sweet price, i will give you a secound chance. You belong to me now after all'. The eyes of the Seer opened suddenly, the darkness and the voice was gone. He sat on a huge throne covered in silk and most softest pillows he had ever seen or felt. His grey and dirty robes had been changed too. White robe with violet and gold echings. He felt strange, like he could fell everything around him, smell it and taste it. Something had changed in him. As he slowly closed his eyes again he could hear the voice saying. 'Rest now my sweet prince, for you are the master of mirror palace. The herald of want, my new champion'.
