Boyd wakes up from the couch. His long slumber from the past night had been filled with the dreams of the day before. Sitting up, he looks around. Groggy, he stands. Sounds could be heard from the kitchen, he slowly makes his way to them to find Martha cooking a small breakfast.

"Good morning... " He yawns as he steps next to the table to sit down. A bang comes from the counter next to Martha. Startled he looks to her and sees a fist she has made is pounded against it.

"You lied to me..." Martha says dryly.

For a second, he thought she figured out his secret. "L-l-lied? Me? N-no. Why would I d-do that?"

She turns and glares back at him, "You said you always try to avoid getting into trouble but you were at that gunfight yesterday. People have already talked to me about seeing you there."

He looks to her stunned, she hasn't figured about how he makes his money, yet...

Nodding, he replies, "Yes, I was at the gunfight yesterday... I'm sorry."

"Why did you go?" She snaps at him. "You could have been killed!"

He shrugs, "It was in the main road as I was coming home, and I was just drawn to it..."

"There was a revenant there! You could have been killed!" She snaps once more.

He shakes his head, "No... I don't think I would have been."

"Revenants are killers Boyd. How can you say that! They only ever kill." She sighs, "What drew you to such a horrible ordeal?"

"The revenant." He looks to the window, as his mind wandered about the day prior. "Sister... do you think..."

Lowering her angered and stern glare, she sees his distant gaze, "Think what?"

"The revenant... a bit of his essence, the ink that's their body? Some of it moved to reveal a face." He looks to her, "it was of a pale skinned man, he had purple eyes and white hair."

"So?" She shrugs.

"Sis, you said you wanted to me the prince right?" He looks to her in the eyes.

She nods, "well yeah... but... what does that have to do with some vengeful dessert spirit?"

"Your 'prince' had white hair and purple eyes didn't he?" He asks.

Thinking about it for a minute, Martha gives a confused glance, "You don't think..."

Nodding, he looks to the portrait. "I think our 'dessert spirit', is or used to be our prince."

"What should we do?" Martha inquires. "We can't tell anyone can we?"

"If he was left on this planet instead of buried, it means his enemies placed him here to be forgotten... and will probably have watchers in place to see if he survives." Boyd shakes his head. "I guess it would be too much to ask to invite him to dinner?"

Martha looks shocked, "You want to bring a revenant here?!"

"Martha, calm yourself. He's not like other revenants. He killed Big Jake, after showing him wanted posters of the people Jake had killed. He's like the hunter revenants. Nothing like the dessert stalkers."

"But it's been so long since the hunters were around." She ponders... "do you think he even knows who he is?"

"I don't think he does..." Boyd shakes his head.

Martha sighs a bit depressed now and looks out the window. "How sad... I want to help him now... everyone has a right to their history, even death shouldn't take it away."

"Yeah, we could tell him, but I don't even know where to start looking to find him." He shrugs.

Placing his hand over his mouth, he starts to think about where he can look to find this revenant.

"Uh... Boyd? Is that him?" Her voice is quavering and she looks very creeped out with a smile that is borderline panicking.

Looking to the window she was looking out of, Boyd sees the man. He wasn't covered in his ink form anymore. The face was very clear and similar to the one in the portrait. He had no doubt in his mind that the revenant, now in his window, was the long dead prince. The revenant just stares at Boyd, his eyes glare with a cold and harsh gaze, studying him.

"Sis, let... let him in. This is your chance." He nods.

Looking like he has grown a second head, Martha regains herself and walks to the door. She could be heard from the doorway, "hello, sir. It is a pleasure to meet you... would you please come in?"

"Thank you." a low voice was heard, matching his eyes, his tone was cold, and carried weight. Heavy boot steps could be heard as he approached the kitchen, led by Martha.

Walking in, his red long coat swished as his dark boots took a step. Red vest, with what looks like some sort of metal chest plating. A red scarf covers the bottom half of his face, while the red hat he wears would have hid the rest, should he lower his head only slightly, all of the leather and cloth looked battered by the sands, scuffed by time, and worn.

"You summoned me?" The man finally speaks.

Boyd looks shocked, "Summoned? Oh, no... we wanted to invite you for dinner. Offer you a place to rest."

"So you can learn more about me..." he speaks once more.

"Erm... well..." Boyd sighs. "Yes... we're curious to know if... your..."

Martha, "if your the long prince Ahkula."

The man looks to Martha, then shakes his head, "I don't know who that is."

She walks to the portrait, this is him. You look a lot like him, if I may say so."

He stares at the portrait almost as if he was remembering. They the stranger looks tom Martha, "thank you for thinking so kindly of me... but... that was a long time ago."

Boyd, "So you are Ahkula!"

The revenant looks to him and nods, "...yes..."