Ludwig awoke with a start. His glanced around the room, his study was just through the door to his left. The dream wouldn't leave him... a golden eagle... great wings spread and glowing. He stood and walked to his study, and attempted to busy his mind with the menial tasks of leadership. Court summons, mine damage reports, output of the mines, productivity loss and gains, and a myriad of other papers and data slates stacked high upon his desk. Just across the room sat an empty canvas, a huge painting yet to be painted. Ludwig dive into his work.

Ludwig was supernatural in his speed, dealing with the menial work was easy for his blazingly fast mind. He was threw with days if work in a matter of ours, but the dream never left his mind. He was called to the PDF headquarters to inspect the new trainees and deliver a speech to them. He made his way there, the eagle still shining in his vision, as he g ax be the speech the image and feeling from the dream lingered in his mind.

As he left for the debates of the courts he could not focus on the petty squabbles of the nobles. Hundreds of problems were addressed and solved or moved to another date for discussion. Possibility of rebellion in the mines, lack luster deposits, familial fights and issues of mind ownership. None of it mattered to Ludwig, who sat looking into the glass ceiling of the courthouse to the sky.

Ludwig had long since solved any real problems the planet had. Primus was firmly under control, the mines plentiful, peace and prosperity rained, and he couldn't care less. The vision was all that mattered, all that he saw, all that he thought. It haunted every waking moment, the day flew like a dream, and it felt he had only just left his study when he returned.

He opened the large window in the room and sat, watching the rapidly falling sun turn the sky red. He watched as it fell, and the sky went from gold to pink to red and orange. Suddenly, he stood, and turned to face his empty canvas. He moved quickly and began to paint furiously. For hours and hours he painted, the sun fell and the moon rose and still he painted. His dream drove him, it was as if he were possessed by it. When finally he finished, the sun had again begun to rise, and he stepped back, amazed by what he had painted.

For, when Ludwig saw what he had painted no golden eagle sat before him, but a great, glowing man, bedecked in golden gilded armor. He fell to his knees, and simply wondered... Who was coming? Who had he seen?