228 The Dream Warrior

That night, Erom Stuttin’s dreams raged. First, his father reappeared. This time he did not talk to Erom. In fact, in the manner of dreams, Erom found himself somewhat outside the action and looking in. In that dream, the man was standing several yards in front of an army and was just casually tapping his sword on the ground. Erom watched with bated breath. What exactly was going on here? There had to be about fifty fierce warriors lined up against the man Erom believed to be his father, Toby Stuttin. Surely, he was not about to face them all. There were only two warriors that Erom could trust to come out on top in this kind of scenario. And they were the king, Gavadiol and his father, Sorrentino. The man he believed to be Toby Stuttin just stood there tapping his sword on the ground, his lips twisted into a wicked grin. He did not say a word. He just stood there tapping his sword and staring at them. The small army gave a loud war cry and began to charge forward. The sole warrior,