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Perodine insinuated that Charlie knew my brother before this life as well.”
    Aden’s body instantly became rigid. The tension at our end of the table built in that instant.
    I gave Draven a glare like no other. Under his breath he said, “She didn’t say not to ask others.”
    I knew then he was prodding, trying to figure out how I had a past here, but apparently my parents were from some other distant world.
    “Son,” August said, glancing at Landen, who was at the center of the table, “please take my grandson’s lead and never take anything we say or assume to be fact. We are merely rambling through ancient text and a sky that has now been altered by time, trying simply...to save each other...and the world we live in.”
    Draven clenched his jaw, clearly not liking the fact that his question was avoided.
    “I’ve seen how Landen has fought against you, and I respect him for that, trust me. But what you don’t get is that our battlefield is in a realm that is created with our thoughts, emotions. Right now, none of us have any idea if what my brother and Charlie witnessed in that realm today was a clue to how we landed in this twisted fate or if it was nothing more than The Realm taking fears and insinuations and bringing them to life. I have to know what I’m really up against here.”
    Obviously, Landen and Drake both heard the clipped tone Draven spoke with because they glanced in our direction at the same time. Madison noticed the fear in my emotion, the instant desire for an escape. She pushed back from her seat then gracefully took Nyla’s seat across from me. Landen and Drake kept their seats and listened to the quiet conversations that were going on around them, but I felt them focusing their senses - whatever they may be - in our direction. I assumed Willow would have noticed the tension with her sense of emotions, but apparently she was doing everything in her power not to feel anything. The balance in the weather around us was telling me that.
    “It was The Realm,” Aden said under his breath, trying to subdue Draven’s fears.
    August cleared his throat. “I would have to agree. No doubt, each of you have old souls that very well may have crossed in the past, and those memories may twist. Dreams are symbolic. You have to find a way to unwind those symbols to understand the dream clearly. But even when you do, you will find that recent fears or life-changing experiences may have led you to see untruths. We toyed with your thoughts before battle and we should not have.”
    “The Realm is a lucid dream, though,” Draven countered.
    “Still a dream.” August glanced at Aden’s classic pensive stare. “I would advise differently if all members of the illusion saw and felt what you are questioning me about, but with one glance at any of your auras I know that whatever it was is indeed a play on internal trepidation.” He cleared his throat as he sat forward. “Charlie, were you shocked by what you saw?”
    I shrugged. “It’s not now, so it doesn’t really matter, does it?”
    August nodded as he glanced at Aden. “It concerned you. Still does.”
    “I always worry about my brother. Hurting him would be hurting me.”
    August raised his brow. “Whatever you saw was meant to hurt you, Aden, not Charlie or Draven.” He glanced at Madison. “Or you.” His hands folded before him. “On your course, each of you will be forced to overcome emotions that are deadly in some way. Concern, or rather worry, seems to be interlaced with your aura, Aden. It’s not a weakness. You’re a plotter; you plan your way around problems that are not tangible yet. When you feel yourself fill with that emotion, know that either you are being tested by your soul so you can rise and teach others how to overcome that emotion or that your enemy is using that emotion to push you away because you are getting closer to its defeat.”
    His attention returned to Draven. “You aura is full of electric energy. Not only