As Syrioh once more fell into slumber next to his beloved wife, Ellsa, he fell into a dream. One he remembered vividly. He was standing in the fields, but he wasn't looking through his own eyes. He was looking over his shoulder. The man, the Syrioh of whomever this was, looked much older. Maybe in his fifties, or four ties.
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Elder Syrioh One
