The Titan's pace quickened as he hit the main hall and took a left, his large stride off-kilter now as he scrambled to reach the titanic sized entry way to the keep itself. He was slowly losing them and it was making his heart beat faster and faster, as if there were no tomorrow. A sudden feeling of panic rushed through him as his connection was waning in and out, the voices corrupted and weakened. Thickly padded feet thudded across stone as he walked down the hallway and towards the stairs. "I must meditate on this." Veleraen quickly slipped on a pair of work pants that he had discarded in the corner of his room and exited the door to his chamber.
The creaking of his arm helped none but that was not important, not now. He rose out of his bed, Lenara still sleeping silently beside him. But this darkening, they sputtered, faded and at points disappeared altogether, leaving a gaping silence in his head that was otherwise occupied by the memories and thoughts of the honoured dead. The Titan normally battled the voices of Sonos that flowed through his mind like a river from the tributary that was the Chains of Aslan. It was the middle of the darkening upon the first brightening of summer's return something was terribly wrong. His eyes flared open like suns bursting from the horizon to spread their light upon the land.
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