A bright light- a humble voice, almost welcoming...<br/><br/>Rorik stood in total darkness, illuminated by a light that was hidden from him.<br/><br/>And the voices, whispering, chatting. All of it seemed to be of importance.<br/>A figure rose up in front of Rorik, and to his surprise, it turned out to be his father, who had died when he was young.<br/><br/>"Rorik...my son..." he began<br/>"..father..?"Rorik said.<br/>"Rorik...it pains me to see you here. They said it wasn't your time."<br/>"What?"<br/>"You've died Rorik. However, we cannot let this happen. This is not your time. The gods will kill you when you are needed."<br/>"But..!"<br/><br/>A flash of light; noises and feeling all around. Suddenly, Rorik was back on the island, lying by Hydran. He sat up, pondering about what had happened.<br/>"Friggen dreams..." he said to himself, getting up and picking up Hydran. He set off towards the beach- on the other side of the mud.