His rest was not uneventful, and his first dream was of his hometown, burning to ashes with hordes of demons running amok it, and dead elven bodies littered the ground. Then that was gone, ol to be replaced by a laughing daemon. that was replaced by a final scene of the event that he has never forgotten about, his battle with the daemons to defend Namalee. Only...it wasn't him he was seeing fighting alongside her. It was some other person...another elf...in coppery-red hair and bulky muscles. The traits of a sylvan elf. And somehow, he felt like he knew who it was. The events went along as normal, though when he knife plunged into the sylvan elf that was taking the spot of Elean for some reason, the expected part of elves did not come as he remember his father telling it. Instead, the daemons vanished, and the sylvan elf got up, and looked straight at the place the real Elean was looking from. Everything else vanished, to be replaced by a big daemon who was laughing at him with the burning town in the background, and said "Come to me! I have done my worst already! Come and fight me!" With those words spoken, he vanished and the face of the sylvan elf appeared and spoke, "Your victory does not lie with you currently. I will give you something that will aid you in your quest. Now, awake!"

With that, he awoke. Covered in a sheen of sweat and soaked clothes, he struggles for breath as he sits up, only to be stopped as something jabs hi in the ribs. Thrusting a hand under the blankets he takes out Venin, who has somehow come over and lain beside him in his slumber. Shaking his head, he moves to get up and put Venin back where it was. Though, when he moved to get up, he went off balance and fell to the floor. Picking himself up, he notices that he is moving with slightly less grace than he used to. Moving to the mirror, he is stunned at what he sees looking bak at him. Streaking across the top of his head in the middle of all his hair, is a streak of coppery-red hair. Hair just like the sylvan elf's he saw in his dream. On either side of the streak is his normal high elf hair. When he got over his this strange occurance, he notices the thing that made him lose his balance getting out of bed. His shoulders are larger and bulkierthan they were...another trait of a sylvan elf. "this cant be true..." he said. He began to add some things tgether n his head, deciding that his dream was more than a dream, but more of a reflection of the reality tha has already happened. The sylvan elf part of it, he could not make heads nor tails about it. Pulling on his bladesinger outfit, and grabbing Venin, he dashes out the door, cloak billowing out behind him as he ran. The next morning, he was nowhere to be found, and only his boot prints were left behind to say where he went...