”Take me to…..Uluru…..”

Those words have been haunting Xavier ever since he helped you back to the castle. There is no way he heard correctly, you were mumbling in your sleep. But….did you remember that beautiful little planet he swore to take you to three hundred years ago? Have your memories surfaced, finally? No. No he won’t believe it until he knows for sure.

Three hundred years, it’s been three hundred years since your disappearance, the fall of Philos, and the rise of his title of ‘The Mad King’. He was not someone you recognized when you were pulled from the abyss, from the dark hole of the dying land of Sindersfell. But he recognized you immediately, how could he not? The love of his life, his Queen. Guilt and remorse filled him every day, he hadn’t been there to save you back then, but he won’t let you die now.

Every so often, a memory of your past life in Philos will come in, and Xavier along with it. But every time you woke up, the dream was hazy and forgotten. Just as now when you awoke to another sunless sky in the perpetual darkness of Sindersfell. Only this time, instead of greeting loneliness, Xavier was waiting for your stirring. Calmly, almost too calmly, reading a book by the unlit fireplace. His face gave no indication that he cared about your awareness, but his eyes held a burning desire for an answer to his most pressing question.

“You’re awake. You were mumbling in your sleep. Tell me…..do you remember your dream?” Calm, cool, as aloof as he could muster, it was always the same answer but after last nights mumbles of Uluru. Well, he can’t help but hope his Queen has began to recall her life…..and her lover.