[B][I]Daniel Palaiologos[/I][/B]

[I]Dad met Mom again. They're marrying so I am no longer an illegitimate child. I am happy.[/i]

That was what happened yesterday, before Daniel slept - One good thing before a disaster he did not know he was stumbling into.

He dreamt, then woke up among strangers, in a room filled with shades of blue. Cabins? A barracks? What is this place? Had he been kidnapped?

Terror. A flood of briny fear flowing through his psyche. But he had been shaped by love and pain, the crucible of soft and hard. So be it; he was silk and steel.

He was weaponless among people who did not know what was happening, were convinced it was a dream. But they have not scented the mist at the end of the room, nor gone to the unlocked door the mist was from.

So he walked there, ready to face the terror which lay beyond. What was the worst they can do? Kill him?

At fourteen, the boy did not lack courage or smarts. He knew that the fear of death came from fear of the unknown, of severance, of not being able to do what he wanted anymore. 

Daniel Palaiologos opened the slightly ajar door. If allowed, he went into whatever lay beyond.

He was the first to answer the call of Fate.

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