'When the lines of traditions become blurred then you should not hesitate from pulling new lines'
Emperor Dean woke up, gasping for air. His head was pounding heavily as if they were hitting bricks on his head. He groaned and placed his hands on his head and started whispering to himself, saying some strange words. And the building headache was gone.
He tried to remember what had woken him but no matter the spells he tried, he couldn't remember. Something had woken him and not remembering it sent shivers down his spine.
'Why couldn't he remember?' he thought hard and finally gave up when nothing came up. He stood up from his bed and went to his room window, he saw it was dark which means he slept the afternoon away.
Leaving his window, he went to his bathroom to take a quick
