"Lydia! Move!" A yell came from the other side of our corner, coming from Tristian. He was racing towards us, attempting to force me away from an attack. I could feel his hand reaching out to me, and his eyes widening a bit, but he maintained his noble and dignified demeanor.

I was caught off guard. My attention was drawn to Tristian's voice because of the sense of urgency in it. I had just returned from a dream in which I had experienced random events, and now I found myself standing in the middle of a chaotic situation. There were troops fighting alongside Feodor's men, and Feodor and Tristian were...