Chapter 8
It was disorienting to wake up...and be floating in mid-air....over a giant bottomless rocky chasm.
The sun, a beautiful russet of rose and orange glowed from behind the peaks of the mountains and the valleys and the clouds of billowing smoke.
Wait....I'm dreaming....
And just like that Brandon heard the men shouting at each other below him.
One of the men was Brandon. But the Brandon of his dreams....was garbed in a bright white and long silken robe that seemed to exude power...and prestige and beauty. This Brandon had hair that was short and cropped, he spoke with a strange dialect....and was dripping in blood and wielded a long blade in his hand that was smeared in fresh gore.
Across from the Brandon of his dreams...there stood one of the most beautiful men that Brandon
