The light faded once more, revealing a castle courtyard and the sounds of combat could be heard nearby. Ruinil neared the clashing sounds of steel but was momentarily distracted when she had caught a glimpse of what seemed to be her 
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[/hider] in a window. She was surprised to see that rather looking her normal age, she looked that of her days of when she was a youth. However, this was short lived, as she was startled by a sudden loud clang from a sword. 

Upon finding the source of the noise, she found a girl, roughly her age, standing over an elderly man, a sword pointed at him. The battle had concluded and the youth had been victorious, as she held a look of pride on her face. It didn't take long for Ruinil to figure out who's dream she was in.

Ruinil patiently waited for the lesson to conclude. After the elder had retired for the day, Ruinil came out from her hiding place and cautiously approached the younger version of Evelyn. "Excuse me but you are Evelyn Sunderland, are you not? Pardon the informalities but we are running out of time. I have a request that I need you fulfill if what is remaining of the Order, is to survive. Evelyn you must wake up. This is not real. This is all one big dream. You need to wake up." Ruinil replied, her tone was solemn and sincere. However, even though Ruinil herself knew that this was a dream, she knew that what she said sounded far fetched. Her only hope was that, Ruinil would believe her and come with her willingly.