[center][color=red]You really weren't to blame for that.[/color][/center]
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The somber words were followed up with him turning his back on her, and his right arm extended out, a black mist-like substance floating into the air around them, opening his palm drew immediate darkness upon the scene, and as he clenched his fist, the village appeared. [/Indent]

[Indent] The man's dark magic was bringing together the scene piece by piece, yet seemed to be connected to his memory. The village the woman had lead was were he had settled as a "adult". Now married, and with a daughter of 6 winters age at the time. The entire village was engulfed in flames, warriors from either party in the fray to and fro. Yet, this image followed the giant, who, once was what seemed to be just an ordinary man, struggling his way through the combat, killing whomever got in the way. Upon reaching his own homestead, he'd found the slain, and recently set ablaze corpses of his first wife and daughter upon the doorstep, and a torch that had lit the structure, and the bodies, laying beside. [/Indent]

[Indent]The thunder rolled, lightning darted across the sky. A storm was coming. The dream sequence ended abruptly, with that image. The giant solemnly searched the skies, the clouds were moving in fairly quickly.[/indent]

[center][color=red]Come with me. I have a place not too far from here that will be suitable to get out of the storm.[/color][/center]

[Indent]He moved towards the treeline, looking back at her. He did not ask what she thought of the vision, for he didn't want to ask himself about it, either.[/Indent]