[IRP] Return to the Dread Isle

[Swift_Assassin]

As Lennox slept, his dreams, normally just reliving old memories or some alternate version of his normal life, something rather surreal showed itself. Lennox was at the Dragon's Gate, or so he figured. It didn't look familiar, but behind him was the Hyperion manor in Etruria. He saw Tiras, Renata, and Raye fighting morphs. The faces of the morphs looked liked some of the morphs they had already slain. Lennox was aware enough of his dream to acknowledge that. But there was a morph staring him down. With one gold eye and one red eye, wearing a familiar shade of purple, wielding a peculiar long sword. The hilt looked to have a red eye, and there was runes engraved in the dull parts of the blade. Instead of a solid piece of metal, it was split in half, and the sides crossed over and went straight to two points. It was an evil looking sword, and the name came to Lennox immediately. Dainsleif.

"Yes, wielder of Dyrnwyn. Meet the black stain on our name. Dain Hyperion." Lennox looked behind him, back at the Hyperion manor, which was suddenly a bit smaller and more beat up, like it was under reconstruction. Out from the door came a woman, carrying her own Dyrnwyn with her. Lennox' history lessons thankfully hadn't gone to waste. The second recorded woman to wield Dyrnwyn was approaching him. The Alpha Bitch, the Usurper of Wolves, the Kinslayer, "Sweet" Saraya Hyperion. Dain's mother and killer. "I don't what it is with this place. The one known as Nergal had brought Dain back as one of those things. And I can't rest while the monster still walks amongst the living. He will make his way for you. But he is decrepit. He's been here for decades. My only advice. Never use his sword. It's a cursed sword. You'd become a monster like him."

Lennox scoffed at that and turned away from her, staring down his ancestor. "I wield Dyrnwyn. I'm already a monster." Before he could charge, he was woke up hearing Tiras and Renata speak. He looked around and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He doesn't know what that dream was about. Lennox restrained himself from speaking out about it. Tiras was already dealing with a voice talking with him. He began disregarding the dream as utter nonsense, imagined by his own thoughts. It was nothing.

But he's never seen anyone who looked like Dain or Saraya before.