I was in the year 15 BC again or probably before that. How did I know? The horses, the dressing style and of course everything in particular.

"You are not in the past, this is more like a dream. Your dream." Arkalis voice came from behind me.

"How and why are you in my dream?" I raised an eyebrow staring at him attentively wondering if this is another mind game of Abaddon.

"Because I'm dead and there's something I want to show you. Something I never knew of while I was alive." He answered walking past me.

I stood still watching him leave...

"I am not Abaddon and this isn't...