Rouge flames.
Ashen bark tickled the bridge of his nose, as he stood in the clearing watching from afar, as a familiar old place burned.
His ears rang with the mutilated screams billowing out from within calling a name, he had not heard since he was a boy.
A name he had been given, by another, from a time he could recall perfectly, but rarely did.
"Angelo!"
He recognized the memory. The place. The scent. If not for this being the thousandth time this same dream had come to haunt him, he might have been pulled into it's vivid nature and lost in the moment.
Now, it was simply a play, those faces caricatures of events he rathered forget.
"Do you see now, Prince?" He didn't even deign the voice a glance, contempt filling the depths of his gaze, "This is the fate of those who disrespect the imperial family."
The fire danced, the screams done.
