(temp form)
He was back in his beloved city, a rich kingdom that was led down into a path of ruin. He had once thought he would spend his whole life there, and he was right. Dallas leaned against one of the white marble walls, looking around at the citizens he once knew so well. He must be dreaming-- but he was lucid. Perhaps the Gods were taking pity on him and letting him relive some of his happiest moments in his beloved home. But... there was something that was bothering him, even though he was in a deep sleep.