Varian shook in his unconcious state. He was burning hot, then freezing cold. He tried to open his eyes, tried to consciously move, but his mind refused to cooperate. He just was not in control.

Suddenly, like a streak of lightning, Varian's mind raced. His heart leaped in his chest, and his body unconsciously took in gulps of air, even though they were barely getting any.

"They have yet to recon with the awesome power of alchemy!"

"They? What are they; who are they?" Varian thought. He let the memory play on.

There was a flash of liquids, and mixtures being stirred, and an image of those dark, pointed objects sticking out of the floor. For a moment, Varian saw a young teen pass by his blurred vision. He seemed a bit anxious, however, still optimistic. Glass test tubes and beakers filled with mixtures of all kinds were every where.

Varian heard a voice. It was awfully familiar: "Never give up, Ruddiger. So, our last formula didn't deliver quite the reaction we'd hoped for. So, what? The important thing is we got a reaction."

Who was Ruddiger? And who was this boy? He was definitely on a mission, yet Varian couldn't connect the missing pieces together.

Even though the memory was blurry, Varian could tell that it was fading away. With what little control he had, he fought to stay in this place; silently looking on, knowing it had to be important. He began to drift back into the darkness.

"Son..." A new man came into the memory, and shook Varian to his core. Son?

"I told you to stay away from those rocks!"

The teen spoke up,"Our village is dying... These rocks aren't going away!" As the boy's voice shook with passion, it make Varian tremble with unknowing dread.

Suddenly, the new voice bellowed: "Varian, watch out!" Varian winced at the sight and sound of the teen being shoved out of the way. Then everything went black, except for a slight orange light pulsing inside his mind.

Varian had not seen enough, he needed answers, but the soft orange light beckoned him further into unconsciousness. He fought to stay in the memory, and caught the soft whisper of: "I'm gonna go get help."

Suddenly, a cold wave of air hit Varian, as if he had stepped out into a blinding snowstorm.

The orange glow flashed into a blinding white light, and slowly settled into the comforting blackness. Varian felt his body relax fully, and fell into the sea of darkness once again.