Lucas couldn't move, trapped in a dream that felt so real. His eyes widened as he saw himself standing there, not as a child, nor as the invincible Crown Prince. His face was filled with sadness, his hands trembling as he tried to reach out to his dying friend.
The dream was so real, so painful. Lucas wanted to scream, but his voice caught in his throat. The image of his friend slowly faded, leaving him alone in the darkness.
The sound of the carriage wheels could be heard clearly in the still night, waking Lucas from a long, terrifying dream. His eyelids slowly opened, revealing blue eyes that sparkled in the dim light. His mind was still filled with strange dream images that mixed together like untidy dough. But there was no fear enveloping him, only a feeling of emptiness that he held deep inside, not wanting to show it to anyone.