Conor walked through the enchanted forest once again. It was still as dark and cold as it was in reality. He knew that this was just a vision, because he'd had it more than once. He would make his way to a small wooden hut where he would find old bones and herbs stacked on shelves. An old set of table and chairs were placed at one end of the hut, and a small bed on the other. In the middle, furthest away from the door was a black cauldron that bubbled and boiled.

The cauldron reminded Conor of witches, but then he remembered that witches did not really exist.

Or did they?

He stepped back outside, but was on Nightshade Island instead. He had never been to the cursed island, only Rollan and Meilin came here to collect the black conch many months ago. He looked behind him, seeing that the hut had vanished. Thick fog surrounded him and made it hard for him to see.

Conor heard a noise from the water. It sounded like a splash, but he already knew what it was. A large, monstrous saltwater crocodile emerged from the black ocean, pulling itself onto the shore closer to him. This crocodile was much larger than Shane's, and he figured it must have been Feliandor's. However, both Shane and Feliandor were dead, so Conor couldn't figure out what his vision meant.

He was about to summon Briggan, before realising the tattoo had vanished. As the crocodile lunged at Conor, he jumped to the side and ran up the beach away from the creature. The black sand under him gave way, and he fell through the ground. Screaming in fear for his life, he landed on cold snow, uninjured.

A large, snow-white castle stood in front of him, and to the right of it stood a midnight-black castle that seemed to be on Nightshade Island. In this vision, Arctica and Nightshade Island were next to each other. Conor shook his head, unable to figure out the symbolism and meaning. He looked at where Briggan's tattoo usually was again, and it still didn't appear.

Why?

Conor blinked his green eyes before turning around, preparing himself. He already knew what was behind him, but the same image still took his breath away. Entire armies stood next to each other behind him. King Feliandor sat on top of a large horse in front of the Conquerors. King, or Shane, stood in front of the Redcloaks with his sabre drawn. There were two others that Conor didn't really know what they were or where they came from. There was an army led by a female warrior, they all wore white cloaks and the other army wore black cloaks, except their faces were covered with black masks. He could see the leader's eyes clearly though. One of their eyes was a familiar brown, and the other yellow like Gerathon's. Both of the unfamiliar armies all rode horses, those with white cloaks rode white horses while those who wore black were mounted with black horses.

Conor shivered. He looked back to the army wearing white cloaks and Briggan was standing next to the female leader.

Briggan?

Conor tried to talk to the wolf, but Briggan remained next to the woman, and he was unable to speak. A brilliant flash of light appeared in front of Conor, and a large scythe filled his vision before another dark cloaked figure stood in front of him. It was the former Greencloak named Barlow, except his eyes were red and he looked like some sort of grim reaper. A long black cloak swirled around behind him in the wind.

"Conor," Barlow said. "War is coming. Be prepared."

War? Another one...?

Conor took a step back, staring in shock at Barlow. He felt himself fall backwards before waking up. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead and he slowly sat up from his bed.

Except he wasn't in a bed. He was on the floor with his cloak wrapped around him. Conor had been sleepwalking around the castle again. That's when he had realised that he didn't leave Briggan in dormant state before he fell asleep. He sighed in regret, but at the same time he was exhausted.

Conor was the only one who had come back to Greenhaven from Trunswick early due to his visions. Rollan was back home in Concorba visiting his mother with Meilin and Abeke went back to her father and sister in Okaihee. Worthy had gone back to Stead after the war with the Oathbound, trying to rebuild the Redcloaks. The other Great Beast summoners had also gone back to their homes. Nearly all of the Greencloaks in Erdas were in Greenhaven, helping rebuild the castle from the war.

Conor felt alone, even though he knew he wasn't really alone when he had Briggan with him. Most of the Greencloaks' burdens had been placed onto him because Olvan was still recovering from Brunhild's stone viper, Lenori was busy trying to take care of him. Conor was Olvan's "step-up", having great leadership qualities. He was also admired by other Greencloaks, despite having that awful scar on his forehead from the Wyrm.

He sighed before getting to his feet, flicking his cloak back behind him. He must have fallen over because he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder and knee. Looking around, Conor figured that he was in the Great Hall. It was still dark too, making Conor feel uneasy.

One of the doors opened from around the corner and Finn slowly peeked at Conor.

"Conor?" Finn whispered before approaching him.

"Oh, sorry," Conor brushed his blonde hair back with his fingers. "I was sleepwalking again."

Finn sighed. "Still the same vision?"

Finn had known about the visions, almost everyone did. Lenori wrote letters to Rollan, Meilin and Abeke to return to Greenhaven as soon as they could because of Conor. They were all probably on their way right now.

"Yeah," said Conor.

"And you didn't summon Briggan?" Finn frowned.

"No," admitted Conor. "Sorry."

Conor and Finn stood in the Great Hall in silence. Lots of Greencloaks had died in Conor's time here. He remembered all of his friends that he made, before they were killed. To him, it felt like Greenhaven was haunted now, haunted by all of the spirits of the fallen Greencloaks. There were also rumours of ghost sightings in Greenhaven. Conor could just imagine Olvan standing on top of a huge pile of the bodies of his warriors. It must be hard, losing so many in such little time.

"Something on your mind?" asked Finn.

A cold breeze brushed passed their faces. There was no wind, it was impossible seems everything was closed up. Conor felt a chill up his spine remembering the rumours that the castle was haunted. Finn noticed it too, but he ignored it.

"I was just thinking to myself," replied Conor.

Finn nodded slowly. "You should go back to bed, I'll walk with you to your room."

"What about you?"

"I'm fine."

Conor walked back to his room with Finn. He had also noticed that since he was basically the next Greencloak commander that he had been heavily protected. Conor couldn't remember a day when someone actually walked with him to his room, or anywhere really just to make sure he was safe. He could only remember Abeke or Rollan being with him at rough times, even Meilin when they were in Sadre. She had been there for him too.

When Conor told Lenori and Olvan about his vision, they had been staring at Conor in shock. No one in Erdas was ready to fight another war. The Greencloaks had been suffering from the war with the Wyrm and the Oathbound. Plus, lots of good warriors had been killed. The deceased names of Conor's friends echoed in his mind, including Tarik's.

He was still scarred for life after seeing his mentor's body. He couldn't imagine how Rollan felt, it effected Rollan so much that he had actually stopped trying to be funny. The Amayan grew more serious, Conor too, grew more serious and showed qualities of a leader. The demonic image of Barlow from his vision flashed in his head, reminding him more of the past.

They finally made it to the door that led into Conor's room. He summoned Briggan, the wolf lolled his tongue at Conor and the boy pet his head in between his ears.

"Will you be okay?" asked Finn.

"Yeah, thanks," said Conor.

"If anything happens, call for help. One of us will be there to help you," Finn reassured before leaving Conor.

Conor opened his door and went back inside his room. Getting a fright, a black crown lay on top of his bed. Briggan growled at it and Conor backed away. He didn't dare touch it, but he couldn't even tell if he was hallucinating or not. The crown was encrusted with rubies, shining a brilliant red in the dark.

Conor blinked and rubbed his eyes, and the crown was gone.