It was too early to be a normal awakening. But I guess it’s a little strange to talk of normal awakening in the first place. You seem Ad was not a normal man. He was one of those with another inside. You have probably heard the stories before, perhaps enjoyed them. I was the same. The call of sword and glory was strong in me; a sheltered child in happy home, but a hot-blooded hero, bold in my mind. Ad understood this; he heard the call. But his call was deeper; his story was not one bound to ancient tomes or the realm of fairytales. Don’t take my word for it just yet; wait to hear his story. You might know someone like him; somebody else with another inside. You see, Adriel had a Hugrekkr; a heart-warrior that was more than an imaginary friend – those delusions that we all had to excite dull days in our childhood. Ad was yet to learn, but his call was real. It was too early to be a normal awakening. But I guess it’s a little strange to talk of a normal awakening in the first place. The Hugrekkr normally takes much longer to break through; it is those of great age, as they see a wasting frame and sense a futility to their past, who discover the other inside. But He’l was not a normal Hugrekkr. Ad’s vigour of youth, usually a hindrance to the awakening, allowed He’l to break through. It was too early to be a normal awakening. Ad’s blood ran hot, still young enough to think he could hear the song that made the world dance. And He’l was different among the Hugrekkr; his wisdom was not transcendent and ages-old. He was one of the beauty in the edge of a leaf, of a drop of water and drop in time. He was bound by the now, not burdened with the ages that make most heart-men thrive. It was this fluid twist of energy that broke through to Ad. Tonight, the call was strong. Tonight, He’l would break through. Ad was about to awake.