The last couple weeks was a blur in Lunas' mind, just a cascade of fleeting flashes. The day after Bai'el had rescued him and taken him to what he now knew as the man's compund, he had been confined until they knew whether or not a wanted notice had been released for him, or just Bai'el.
Bai'el didn't leave Lunas alone, staying with him and keeping the young boy occupied through most of the first two weeks. When Bai'el was informed by his comrades that Lunas was safe to leave, a smile graced his pale face.
Lunas' eyes had barely dulled despite the events leading up to his rescue, but they did for a moment when he was asked where he should be sent.
"I'm sorry, I don't have anywhere to go," he muttered to Bai'el.
Bai'el glanced to his companions, seeing two of them fiercely shaking their heads no, and his broken smile returned again.
"There will be a place for you here child, until you know what to do."
Lunas hadn't caught the other people shaking their heads with his head hung low, but he heard a single sigh from behind him.
"We don't have enough food Bai'el, he doesn't need what we need," the man said slowly.
Bai'el didn't npther looking at him, waving his hand at him and responding gently,
"Then we will get more food Lakom, it's never been much of a problem before."
Lakom stood unsatisfied with his answer, but just grunted and bowed slightly in acknowledgement before turning and storming away.
'The hall definitely seems nicer without him...'
Bai'el led Lunas back to his room, telling him to prepare for the coming day. They were going to go into the city, Prima Corvis, to buy supplies and figure out schooling and money for the boy. The city had a program for abandoned and lost children, where those taking them in would be given a stipend for food and either schooling or training.
Lunas knew very little about the city other than the occasional mention from his father about it's laws or people, but he knew it wasn't very far from Saint Lorraine's Chapel. He wasn't particularly worried about them looking for him if there was no poster with a bounty, but still, it scared him a bit.
He put together his patchwork of donated clothes from the other people in the compound, sorting out an outfit for the day after. An oversized pair of pants, with a drawstring, and a white shirt whose sleeves reached his palms were to be the set.
He glanced around the room to make sure no one was looking, as he had done throughout the week before, and poked the tip of his finger with the sharpest tooth in his mouth. A thin drop of incandescent white liquid streamed down it before swirling into the air around it.
He had developed a bit of control over his blood after it left his body, making it dance and twirl around him. Lunas moved the drop right in front of his face where he could focus, and closed his fist.
After a light sizzling sound, the drop burst into a white flame the size of his hand. He made it shift and flow, and the small conflagration began to look like his open palm. He flexed his mind, trying to make fingers emerge from it, but it was a level he hadn't yet achieved.
He was exhausted, from his efforts and from spending the day wandering the compound. He flicked the flame past the candles lighting up the room and the wind blew them out for him as he laid into bed and shut his eyes.
Before long, the darkness faded into the nothingness of sleep, just to be swiftly replaced with a brilliant white.
His eyes shuttered open, thinking he had overslept and was seeing the light of noon, but his vision adjusted to prove him wrong. A sea of flame sat below him, flowing and crashing against pillars which barely reached above it. In front of him stood two strange items.
To the left, a burning throne which seemed to be destroyed and regenerated just as fast by the flame. To it's side, was a black iron staff, several times his height. At it's top was a crescent blade wreathed in white wings, whilst it's shaft bore strange inscriptions he couldn't understand.
Lunas felt his feet move against his will towards them, as fear sprouted in him. He tried to resist the pull, but when he reached out his hand to push against the unseen energy, the staff pulled from the pillar it was stuck in. It flied towards him, flipping in the air before it's base pierced through his chest. The pain never came, like most of his dreams, and it went black again.
With a gasp, he awoke, to real sunlight this time.
'What was that? Some kind of nightmare?' He pondered it for a moment, thinking back to some of the divine symbology he was familiar with, but nothing came to mind.
Disturbing his short train of thought, Bai'el opened the door, letting some of the light from his room enter the dimly lit hallway outside it. He and another person, a girl around seventeen he knew as Enora, peaked through before opening the door completely.
"Come Lunas, there is much we must do before sundown."