Derek wipes the sweat from his forehead and again finds himself avoiding April's gaze. "No," he says. "The voice you heard in your dream was your own." "What?" April says, the excitement draining from her face. She stands up and looks down at him, puzzled. "So, then...what? I don't understand." Derek shuts his eyes momentarily, searching for strength, searching for the right words. He reaches out and touches April's cheek, then recoils as though caught doing something terribly wrong. "April...the time has come for you to remember your name. Your TRUE name. You...are Arelia." Air hangs thick in the valley. The whole world seems to stop, to draw breath. "No," April says breathlessly, her eyes growing wide. "My Lady..." Derek falls to his knees at April's feet. "You were banished from Arcanor, but now your honour is restored. The time has come for you to resume your rightful place and rule over those who worship you." "No..." April says, backing away. "You are Arelia, My Lady. You ARE the Goddess of Valor." Credits: Arizona by Dark_Whisper Joan Of Arc from DAZ Outlander from DAZ V3 Fantasy Armor from RDNA