[center][h1][color=FFD700][b]Edward Scawthorne[/b][/color][/h1]

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The young blonde didn't seem to wake up, it was as if something was keeping him from waking and was forced to watch whatever was viewed before him. All he saw was his Servant... a rather... brighter side of her, for some reason he knew that she wasn't holding something back and had this genuine smile on her face, then the sounds of battle... it was by then he felt nothing... he couldn't move at all, something or someone else was moving for him. It didn't take long for him to realize that this lucid dream was beginning to go out of control.

In the real world, his eyes were still shut tight moving from side to side, as if trying to dodge or evade something, his lips kept moving but ony murmurs come out. 

His Servant had entered the room, his Lancer. Clothed in what could be compared to a housewife just exiting the bath to greet her husband. Though he didn't respond until she asked for him, when she did right after the loud screams as the sequence ended. His eyes shot open, immediately sitting up and clutching on the sheets.

He was sweating from a mix of fear and confusion. What was that? Was that some sort of nightmare? A vision of the future in the Grail War brought in by abstract thought?

This was very complex... even for him, so much so that he didn't notice his "wet" Servant right beside him. 

[@Feyblue]