It had been completely dark with no sounds to awake him. His thoughts had been empty. That would quickly change. Antikas became aware of the darkness as pressure built in his back and his legs. An image flashed before his mind.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">It was a battle to be lost, but there was still one last hope. The fighting king stood admist the armored guards. If there was any chance of Starthra raising the banners of victory, he would need to strike down their leader.A blade plunged into his stomach, followed by a second, instantly feeling weak at the knees. With one last effort, he released the spear from his grasp towards the target.</span><br/><br/>Antikas' enigmas green orbs flared open and he looked to the ceiling above. The warrior found himself resting upon silk sheets of a bed. Anger began to rise within, but he calmed himself quickly. Why had be been brought back? The warrior's life had been nothing but a long, drawn out curse, and ungratefully so, he had no desire of being back in the mortal world. A cool breeze entered the room, and he shivered, finally swinging himself around and onto his feet. The nude figure stepped forward, heading towards one of the room's openings where the sunlight made it's presence known.<br/><br/>Confusion filled his mind as he came upon the balcony. As his orbs peered downward he realized he was high above a gaden. His gaze shifted around, seeing a small town in the distance that seemed to be nestled in the snowcapped mountains. Antikas embraced the warmth of the sun's rays and took a deep breath. The scenary would have been a marvelous one to most, but in a world of black and grey, there was no beauty to be seen.<br/><br/>He spun on his heel and returned back into the room. A pitcher of water lay next to the bed, and he filled one of the goblets. Lifting the rim to his lips, he drank heavily, and noticed the mirror on the wall. He took a side step to align himself with the object, and stared forward. His jade colored eyes stared back, and he looked at the features of his face. He had been a captain in the Starthran cavalry, and the youth of his face was evident. Before his death the man had been in his late twenties, and he found it astonishing how many events had taken place in those years of life. Still looking in the mirror, he looked upon his abdominal region, which showed no Larkings from the swords that had brought death to him before. Looking further, there wasn't a single scar upon his flesh.<br/><br/>Another breeze blew through the room and he shivered. He made his way across the room to a tall and wide chest in the corner. Antikas searched through the different drawers, only finding clothes in the top one. He removed a tunic of black wool, and leggings that matched in color. Oddly enough, they fitted perfectly. At the moment there were too many unanswered questions, and he would soon make his exit in search of answers.