Turning around he began to walk nowhere in particular, his mind was a complete blank besides the strange language. The emptiness hurt is head, sending him falling to his knees in pain as the pain grinded within his head like two metal shields.

The pain filled him, his eyes bulged and he felt like his skull was expanding, breaking through his skin. Blood began to dribble down his face, a cut forming around his face he realised it was growing.

Now reaching the breaking point he yelled, " Stop!" He suddenly found himself laying in the ground where he had began, feeling the lush grass against his skin. He did not wish to get up, closing his eyes to relax he was transported yet again.

Standing in the midst of a fierce sandstorm he covered his face with his hands, now bare the sand was burning against his sensitive skin. He began to walk, seeking shelter when the voice came to him, " Seek the tower, it shall shelter you from the winds of nothingness."

Sensing the looming presence behind him he turned swiftly, the leaning tower there looking down upon him with its evil eyes. The sand was beyond tolerable now, hitting him like a hammer to a nail

He cried out, " Is there no other way, just show me a sample of my memories, please just get me out of this storm!" The storm disappeared, leaving him standing in a large chamber in some sort of guild.

The memories came to him, he was in the first meeting with the International Council of Wizards. The guild leader was Merlin the great, his mentor. There was various other wizards, all apprentices of Merlin.

Merlin spoke, " Tyronis my young mortal, I have a very important assignment for you. I know you wish to assist Ares and the insurgency, but that is not your top priority anymore. You may be my newest pupil but you show the most promise, and I send you on the most important mission of all."

Tyronis watched as his younger self concealed his excitement, although failing miserably. What assignment could this possibly be, as though reading his mind Merlin continued, " I will tell you of a prophecy, it is..."

Suddenly the chamber vanished, leaving him in the desert once more with one partial memory in his head he turned to face the tower, he had no alternative but to face this giant of a tower and dare whatever was inside.

Walking toward the entrance the sand storm was slowing him down greatly, bent on slowing his progress. The tower was not far but the distance seemed to stretch out with every step.

Reaching the tower entrance he stumbled in, the storm hammering at an invisible door, Tyronis was glad to leave the storm behind him but he hoped the tower held a brighter destination. There was not but a set of spiralling stairs leading up to a door.

Walking up the stairs, every step echoed like a one thousand ton anchor on a steel floor, finally reaching the top he placed his hand upon the handle. Turning the knob he did not even need to enter the door as he found himself in some sort of amphitheatre.

A large circular chamber with no doors or windows, upon the walls where billions of large squares, all playing parts of his life. His memories, as he watched the screens the memories came rushing back to him all at once, flooding in without mercy.

Having absorbed all the memories the squares went blank, he looked around still not understanding what this place was when a door appeared in the wall, a bright light beamed in as the angel walked in.

Dressed in a white robe this angel had long white feathered wings sprouting from his back, skin as white as snow with a golden halo over his head he said, " I am glad to see you are yourself again, I was afraid you might be too far gone."

He remembered all the previous events, the discovery of Constatino’s immortality and how he’d been forced to erase his own memory, " I erased my memory, I should have forgotten all of this."

The angel smiled kindly, "Yes it was, you wiped it pretty good I must admit. But I share your memories now, you never erased my memories. I simply had the memories copied and sent back to you in a tower, if you chose to see them."

" You must resume your mission, now wake up to the real world."

Then the hobo walked in, " Tyro, I see your awake at last. You look much better than you did, muttering in your sleep for several days. I have saved you, but do not feel the urge to repay me."

Tyronis frowned, " Well thank you, but I must go now, I have an important mission to attend to. The survival of the world as we know depends on me protecting Adonis." The old man looked shocked upon hearing the name.

Sitting down he said, " This Adonis fellow is a popular guy, when Ares was here he talked of the same exact person, although more bent on killing him than saving him, is he like a King or something?"

Ares had been here, in this exact tent. Tyronis could not believe what he heard, getting to his feet he walked out of the hut, the old man behind him he turned and asked, " Who are you anyway? Why do you help evil and then turn around and help good?"

The old man grinned, looking very malicious, " Because you are all my toys, you are my amusement. All of this has happened before, all of this will happen again." With that he vanished into the air, leaving Tyronis astonished at the sudden occurrence.

He knew what he had to do, Constatino was summoning a large army therefore he had to get an army of his own, leaving the desert he teleported to pay an old visit to Queen Tania.