...Thorax dreamt. He didn't know how long it was. Seemed like years. Thorax saw himself lying on the ground in an evergreen forest, beside him, a magnificent unicorn. Both were in a pool of their blood, and quite dead. It all came down to that picture. The dream had many flashes, through time and space. Thorax saw himself as a kid, as a fighting teenager, a noble paladin. He saw images of many who were his friends and who are still his friends. Charlie and Kodoz, Purist, Anfalas, Ariana, Liadan, Uthan, Robert, Ziire... all seemed lost to him now.
He heard the sound of water, and he had a feeling of awakening. He heard the sounds of delicate wings of pixies flying lightly above him. Yet, he was still asleep. Then he dreamt of Purist, his secret lost love and the root of his evil secret.
At last, Thorax awakened. It felt like years, and it made him feel old, very old. Thorax streched and flexed, and stood upright. His sword and shield were on the ground beside him and the pixies watched from the distance. He was thirsty.... so thirsty.... and the sound of water made him feel strange. He walked slowly to the pond and looked in the reflection. He saw an older Thorax than he remembered. His hair was all grey, almost white, as if someone or something drained age from him. He sighed deeply.
And then, collecting what felt like years of thirst, Thorax sunk his head in the pond, and drank the water...