This takes place in Drakion's mind. Drakion stood in familiar house decorated from his childhood. He looked around, and then to himself, he stood only 4 feet tall perhaps about only 10 years old. A soft voice whispered through the room as he heard a warming melody from behind. As he turn his head, pushing black strands of hair from his face, there stood his mother, making lunch in the kitchen. Drakion's lips curled to a smile as he took one step foward and froze. All of limbs froze and his body paralyzed. From the dark recesses of his mind, echoed a dark voice, the sound was like a thousand needles to his head.*