As for Cain, he was about to attempt an escape from his room when a sudden weariness took hold of him and he fell onto his bed and was out before he hit the pillow. Maybe he was more tired then he could admit.. or was this the work of a demon? He didn’t care as he closed his eyes.<br/><br/>—(Dream sequence!)—<br/><br/>Cain opened his eyes and looked around, floating in deep water. He slowly began to realize he was drowning and tried to find the surface when a emerald clawed appendage grabbed ahold of him and pulled him up to the surface.<br/><br/>“What? How did...?” He trailed off as he saw Beltharion, or rather a larger Beltharion’s head peer down at him. He then spoke.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">”You’re Early for this stage Cain.”</span></span><br/><br/>“Why am I here? Where even is here?”<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">“We are in a sealed portion of what most would call Dreamland. A place Mystics would call ‘The Realm of Inner Self. I placed us here so that only those I deem fit to intrude upon this place can visit.”</span></span>The dragon replied.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">”As for why you are here, I think you’re ready now. Ready to understand the origins of Fenrir’s and Your Forefather’s, and why There’s been a feud with your clan and Zankora, the Dark Reincarnating Wizard.”</span></span><br/><br/>—(Flashback)—<br/><br/>A young man looking similar to Cain only with red shoulder length hair was hammering away on a forge, creating a weapon that suddenly cracks upon a more rough impact. “Imperfect again!! Exphion preserve me or Aneksheram Take me! I’ll never make the perfect blade to combat The Dark Wizard King.”<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">”Your forefather was 18 around this time. It’s.. hard to remember without some help as it was ages ago. He was forging what would be the first sword vessel for a certain dragon you hold now.”</span>Beltharion explained knowingly.<span style="font-style: italic">”It was another age though. An age in which a prominent Noble who studied magic turned to Dark Magic to begin a campaign of War, Conquering and Despair.”</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">”That’s a line from the story Mother used to tell me about Zankora to put the fear of him in me at night.”</span>Cain remarked, watching his ancestor skulk angrily.<span style="font-style: italic">”What is he mad about?”</span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">”His frustration is based upon him trying to counter Zankora’s magic. Three times he tried. Three times he failed. After the third he was giving up.”</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">”But he didn’t. He eventually created the First Runeblade with your help then vanquish him.”</span>Cain interjected.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">”Yes, But Zankora placed a reincarnation curse on himself, this you know. And has been plotting revenge ever since with each new life he lives.”</span></span>Beltharion replied.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">”So you know one thing yet not the other. But there is more to this tale. I said this was your origins. Anyway as I was saying, Your Forefather, Mikael was angry and dejected.”</span></span><br/><br/>“Every time I try it gets maddeningly harder...” Mikael Azura was then interrupted by a Demon leaping out at him and severely attacking him. Desperately he grabbed a black rock and struck the demon before grabbing a chain to bind it and prepare to defeat it. “Tell me your name! And why you attacked!”<br/><br/>“I was once a strong demon, now a waste of space amongst my kind. End me!” The demon shouted. Mikael, shocked by the sudden acceptance of defeat sighed frustratingly.<br/><br/>“Well... blast it. I can’t even beat a demon right. I’ll give you food if you leave me alone, deal? What’s your name anyhow?” The young man asked the demon.<br/><br/>“My Master called me Caliban. I was once known as the Fire Devil of Hate. But I was knocked out of power by an upstart. Coward.” The demon spat. “And I cant have some human just spare me and be indebted to him. Especially one who speaks of Exphion without even thanking her for possible divine inspiration.”<br/><br/>“Huh?” Mikael looked at the rock he used and discovered it was a shining piece of ore. “Holy... uhh Thank you?” He said towards the sky.<br/><br/>Caliban sighed. “Hopeless human... I should just escape but I’d better assist him...pay back his generosity.”<br/><br/>—End Flashback—<br/><br/>”You mean to tell me his Forge was heated by a demon?! Why are you telling me this?!” Cain demanded.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">”Seek him and find out. I think the old demon is still living where the forge is... or was.. I cannot remember. Also he was a good person, Mikael I mean. Learn more about his life.”</span></span><br/><br/>(End dream)<br/><br/>Cain woke with a jolt and tried to check the time. It was now in the late afternoon. He groaned. “There goes my attempt to train...” he muttered as he looked at the special diet plan Draco made for him. “She wants me to eat what?!”<br/><br/>——<br/><br/>Meanwhile Fenrir was reading a manual about a form of Swordsmanship to brush up on any skills he’d want to use for his requip. Nodding and marking off pages to read for later he closed the book when he heard his half brother’s distressed yell. Chuckling he decided to go back to the guild hall and spend time checking on old friends.<br/><br/>By the time he got there, he discovered his Father and Natsu fighting...again. Shaking his head with a grin he settled down to scan the room for maybe a look for any of the old team he used to hang with. Finding only Glynda practicing her magic he only shrugged and decided to simply relax, for the time being.