Vangelos followed closely behind Aslinn.<br/>In a sudden burst of pain, Vangelos' head began to burn. He clenched his head as if trying to grab hold of something he couldn't reach. He had felt this pain once before.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">No. Not again. I won't let it happen again!</span><br/><br/>Flashes of memories long ago, but not yet forgotten played inside his head. Blood. Fire. Darkness. And the cries of a little girl plagued the recesses of his mind. Crumbling buildings and a burning sky replayed themselves over and over again. And in the background he could hear the constant mocking laughter, though it seemed separate from the scene that was playing before him. As if it was inside his own head.<br/>The white hot searing pain grew stronger with each second. Vangelos clasped his head tighter and tighter. Beads of sweat making themselves known across his brow.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Ful Forol tan ho. Ful Forol tan ho. Ful Forol tan ho. Ful Forol tan ho!</span><br/><br/>Vangelos repeated those words over and over in his mind. And as quickly as the pain had come . . . it disappeared. Vangelos let out a sigh and breathed heavily as he tried to regain his previous composure.