"Ryan go! Hurry! Your our last hope for Elven race." Ryan's mother said weakly in his dream. Young Ryan nodded, and held back tears. "I will." He ran as fast as his legs could carry him, catching a glimpse of his mother dieing. "I won't fail." Ryan thought. Ryan woke up with a start. His face was covered with tears and his heart beat fast. "Oh.. it was just a dream.  Ryan jumped off the bed and rummaged around a fridge in his room. He found a Coca-Cola can and a ham sandwich. "This will have to do for now." He said and finished the small meal quickly.