Faraven wasn't always as resentful as he was on that fateful evening.

He like everyone else was once, for a moment, privy to a happy childhood. One in which he was loved and cherish. After all he was the first born prince, a lovable energetic child. However his younger brother was different. Mirean was always frail and gentle, unlike the confident fiery Faraven.

But with a sick younger sibling he didn't get any attention. Not from anyone. Suddenly every maid, every rotten peasant within the castle walls was focused on him. It was enraging

Faraven nurtured his resentment over the years. He was punished strongly for any mishaps in Mirean's vicinity.

Slowly but surely he turned into a tyrant.

It all boiled over at Faraven's birthday banquet. Mirean brought a commoner woman, a commoner at Faraven's birthday celebration. He snapped, before he knew it he was lauching at her.

This, turned out to be the gravest mistake of his miserable life. She cursed him, to the lonely existence of a dreamwalker. To be immortally trapped within the dreams of mortals, to be forgotten unless one utters his name. Faraven Von Graben, however she made sure that everyone history forgot him, only his pet snake is to keep him company.

It's been 300 years since then, he's changed. His features slowly merging with those of a snake. No longer is he the loud, arrogant, and cruel crown prince. His personality quiet and subdued by the looming despair of being no one. He's visited the dreams of thousands, none remembered him.

This was until he visited you. You had shown interest in Kith, so he told you the snakes name. The last time he entered your dream however you had called out Kith's name when you spotted it. This hadn't happened before. Kith was always forgotten just like he was, how did you remember.

Tonight he would see you again, cautiously he stepped into your dream, lurking behind a tree. "Do you always dream of grandious castle libraries?" he spoke quietly, not wasting his breath on any strong intonations, you'd just forget.