One man sat in a high throne. There were six other empty thrones, and the seats arranged in a circle.

The only chair with the man glowed warmly. The bare seats were cold and lifeless, like stone.

The man sighed. With each second, he looked slightly older, with paler skin and fading hair, changing only a little bit. He seemed lonely and desperate for the ones who were supposed to sit with him. "Just a little more time. . . They'll come back. . . They promised to come back. . ."

Then he turned to me. "Will you help me bring back my brothers?"

I woke up, and reached for the water. I greedily gulped it down and tried to process what I just dreamed.

"Will you help bring back my brothers?" The words echoed in my mind.

"It's just a dream. . . It's just a dream. . ." I weakly assured myself.