Screaming in agony, Chase could feel his own mind unravel and tear apart at the seams.
Begging anyone and anything for Solace within this humbling state of madness-Chase couldn't help but feel the visual recreations of his most cherished events wash past his perception like a wet rag passing over a rocky surface.
Somewhere in the back of his broken mind, he couldn't help but feel the weight of memory in the name "Mare of House..."
"Night..." Chase's trembling lips muttered from his sleeping state.
He remembered Rider, and would remember that bastard for eternity. His inflected scars, rotting and festering within Chase's mind.
Rider of House Night had slain the man who he could family, had taken and tortured his good friend Gemini, and slaughtered countless people in his conquest.
His perception flashed as another terrible ache returned too his prefrontal cortex.
Energy began to rip and tear at the molecular veins that ran through every fiber of muscle within the mortal body.
...
A young Reinhart knelt to the ground in pain, grabbing the temple of his forehead with a terrible strain in his face.
"Master Reinhart! Sir it's happening again!" A man wearing a black suit and tie yelled frantically.
Losing his breath, he lowered his head onto the damp morning grass.
"Chase?" He asked, feeling a cold shiver run down his spine. He did not know why or who he had called, it was as if his body had been taken over...
His own voice forcefully replied... "Reinhart...?"
"What?! What are you doing to me?!" His body shook as the boy questioned if sanity had been stripped from his mind.
"Stop panicking!" The words were forced out of his throat once again.
"Who are you!?" Reinhart screamed, backing into one of the many wooden chairs on the balcony of a golden mansion.
Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Reinhart paused awaiting a response.
After a few moments of being in complete control of his own functions, Reinhart chuckled away the strange moment that he would make sure to forget.
...
Sitting at the family dinner table, Reinhart snickered as his confidence was given a quick boost. After all, he had been the only child to bear the sigil of Orion, making him the heir of Vallmora.
Which also meant that Reinhart had the privilege of sitting closest to Leander...
However, dinners always seemed to feel strange for Reinhart, as if the rooms and people within this mansion had been completely numb all this time.
As if there was a void within this golden house within the clouds.
He had everything, and yet felt that there was something severe missing from the picture...
...
Falling to the ground in anger, Reinhart cursed as tears welled up in his eyes.
"No!" He choked out desperately gripping at the metallic surface of whatever the hell this machine they had put inside of him was.
"I'm sorry boy... But the House of Orion will die out with you..." Leander spoke, not daring to avert his gaze from the large glass window outside of his office.
"I can get better! I can fix it!" He screamed, ripping at his own auburn hair with malice.
"YOU CANNOT!" Leander bellowed, stopping every single motion within the room with the power of his voice.
A monster...
A monster was the only thing that Reinhart could see inside of his grandfather's eyes.
"Why? Why does it- Have to be this way..." Reinhart's head hit the ground as Leander snapped his fingers.
The room distorted and Reinhart was sitting inside of a small shack meant for carriage rides.
"He can't seriously be getting rid of you..." Chase spoke through Reinhart's own lips, shocking the already traumatized guy.
"You are still here..." He said in response with a soft smile on his lips.
"You know it! In fact, I been sitting here with some popcorn this whole time." Chase spoke freely from a mouth that was not his own, as if he had truly grown used to this strange sensation.
"That's quite strange." Reinhart tilted his head, letting his wet crimson hair flop over his eyes.
"I was just kidding, I could tell ya the story. But like, that would take a bit. And probably against the natural laws of the universe or something..." Chase shrugged with Reinhart's shoulders.
"I know you..." Reinhart said after a moment of silence between the two.
"Huh?" Chase responded, mentally putting the memories together in chronological order to ensure that his assumption was correct, in which he responded with. "That's impossible."
"No actually. When I was little, me and my... Headmaster Leander, went down to the Southern ridge, where we found a small town known as Willowmere. Leander stopped and spoke to a man named Blaze.
Chase mentally froze.
'Impossible...' He thought, feeling an ache within the center of his head.
"You've known..." Chase eventually said slowly, finally realizing that Reinhart had indeed known that Chase was the true heir of Vallmora.
"It's why you came that day..." He followed up, looking at the muddied floor of the shack.
Reinhart only tilted his head in confusion once more, still unable to understand anything that the strange voice was saying.
Feeling time distort around his perception, Chase felt terrible nausea overtake his metaphysical body.
"Can- get- Name?" Reinhart said in between what could only be described as "Glitches".
"Chase!" He instantly yelled before feeling a vacuum of darkness overtake him.