[color=steelblue][center][i]In a time of war and great need, only a prophecy keeps hope alive in the people’s hearts… 

“When darkness veils the world, the Knights of Light shall come…”[/i][/center][/color]

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“Where is it…?”

A young man walked around a large, elegant room. There was a large king sized bed made up with fine black bed setting on a raised platform. On the opposite side of the room was a large wooden bookshelf, practically making up the entire wall and lining the entire wall all sorts of books and texts, both old and knew. Beside the bed was a large wooden desk, covered in all sorts papers and miscellaneous objects; sheets with pentagrams and magic circles sketched on them, loose gemstones scattered about, and who knew what else. The final noticeable trait was the large window replacing one of the walls, overlooking the courtyard as well as the rest of Somnium.

“This is dumb, it was right here!”

Adam let out a groan of frustration, running a hand through his messy, brown hair and darting his vibrant blue eyes all about the room. He was practically ready, already dressed in a fitted, athletic red long sleeved shirt, black cargo shorts, and black high top sneakers. He had already had his bag taken down to the courtyard and he was almost certain everyone else had been prepared by this point, but Adam knew he couldn’t leave without-

“Ah!”

Adam felt a slight wave of relief wash over him as he spotted the corner of a small leather bound book peeking out from under his bed, making his way up the small marble steps and picking up the book. He sighed, finally feeling as though he was truly read. He slowly walked toward the window, looking out to his all too familiar city; with tall buildings and skyscrapers all about, the streets busy with hustle and bustle in the distance. Adam had only left the capitol city a handful of times, and each time he had always been accompanied by guards, members of the Royal Guard, or some combination of the two, staying low-key and never truly being able to enjoy himself in these places. Sure, they were political matters that were not really [i]meant[/i] to be enjoyable, but this time was different. It was still business, but this time he was free to do as he chose, and the business was something he had been anticipating for quite some time.

Adam drew his attention to the courtyard, seeing as some of the workers pulled around the shiny, black convertible toward the entrance, the bags ready to be packed into the trunk. He supposed it was time, taking one last look across the city before turning and making his way out into the hallway. His footsteps echoed throughout the large empty halls of marble as he made his way toward the elevator.