Jurian leans against the cobblestones of the castle floor, breathing, for the first time in over 500 years, heavily. His senses are maddening, he can touch, smell, hear and taste now.

“Rise general.” The King of Hybern’s cold voice reaches his human ears. He kneels before the king.

“My King, thank you for granting me this second chance at life.” He says, his voice is hoarse, gravely. His brown eyes slip to the princess of Hybern.