My eyes popped open. Around me, I saw a few lanterns hanging in a nearby tree. I felt moist grass beneath me. I was alive. I was alive? Standing up, I examined myself. My skin was much too dark for an ol, and I actually felt…pain. Blood dribbled down my arm as I saw that I had been lying on a bed of thorns, and I flinched away. I can't bleed! This is just berry juice or something…right? No! This CANNOT BE! A deep gash was cut into my SKIN, and I felt PAIN? Who am I? What am I? Not the Shadow Lord's favourite ol evidently. But…

I staggered over to a crystal clear pond and stared at my reflection. I was Dain. Right? My reflection looked shaken, not flawlessly pale, and my violet hair didn't perfectly frame my handsome face. I was human….truly human. But how? When? Whaaaat….?

I took off in fear across the castle grounds. I was in Del, more specifically, I was on the palace grounds. All I can remember is Leif. Leif destroying me, me melting, how weak and sorry Leif looked as he ended my life. I squeezed my eyes shut remembering the horrific defeat and stared up at the castle walls. Glathon and some other gnomes patrolled a terrace jutting out from the castle, and I just stood off to the side; deciding what to do next. In truth, I felt as if my master has betrayed me. He just let me die, his favourite! I thought I meant more to him…but seeing as I am no longer an ol…he would surely kill me or send another ol after me for sure.

I struggled to think with all of the pain of my wounded chest throbbing angrily. Leif must have succeeded. Otherwise the night would be covered in shadows and fire, and he was quite brave. And strong. And well…he'd make a great king of Deltora. But what of Barda? And…Jasmine

Jasmine.

Jasmine…