Muramas sits down before the fountain of dreams to rest. He lays down, and begins to doze off into a reminiscence of his life before Moorgate. This is his dream.

   "Mother!" Muramas shouted. "Its good tae see ye again mother." Muramas's mother looked down at him with her shimmering blue eyes. "Hello Muramas, are ye well?" Muramas looked up at her and nodded. He moved out of the doorway to allow her to enter, knowing that she was tired. He watched as her thin elfin frame disappeared into the house. Muramas looked up, confused as to what would happen next. He began walking
towards the house, when he heard a faint war cry of a Snotler Swordsman. He ran inside, grabbed his father's sword and started back to the door, when his mother stopped him. "No Muramas, ye are to young, i will not allow ye tae be harmed. I'll go." Muramas watched as his mother left the house, carrying her short sword. She raised her blade and prepared to advance, only to find that there was more than one opponent. One of them raised a crossbow and fired at her, she dodged swiftly and swung at one of them, she hit it hard. She fought bravely, but was eventually overtaken and killed by them. Muramas watched in horror as she died. "NO!!!" Muramas shouted, enraged. He lifted the blade up and charged fiercely at the creatures, swinging the blade speedily and accurately, he eventually drove the creatures away. "Muramas.....I see ye have learned something from me..." Muramas looked at his mother, and broke down. "Mother, please...don't die." His mother laughed. "But I must! Everyone must die at one time or another, i suppose this is my time. Good-bye, Muramas..." Muramas buried his mother the next day, and , taking his father's sword with him, he left, in search of a new home..........