The room was plunged in darkness and silence, just how he loved it. That was his comfort zone, most of the time. This time, he was restless, even meditation wasn't working. And the reason was because of his friend in the sect, Derek.
Caron sat up in his bed, his long dark hair spilling over his head and covering his eyes. His breathing was ragged, and that was because he'd just had a very, very bad nightmare or dream? It was currently morning. Caron practiced a dark technique, and one of its specialties was premonitions. And, his premonitions never failed. It wasn't sight or vision like that of Seers, but something close. He was more of an oracle...
