(Jana's POV) Dream: Beyond the man who was overlooking the starry sky was a city burning. "You thought you could get rid of me." He boasts. "Who are you?" I ask and I step closer. The man in front of me had broad, strong, shoulders and a lean torso. He seemed tall enough to reach the Heavens but something anchors him to the Underworld. "You should know who I am, Janessa Adele Sotíras. I know who you are." He says and I cross my arms. "You know my name. That's it." I hear him chuckle and he comes closer. I still couldn't see his face but I could see the structure of his high and sharp cheekbones and the light wisps of his hair. "I know a lot more than you think." He slithers. "I know more about the one you cherish the most." I roll my eyes and I protest, "You don't know Leon like I do." I can tell that he's smirking as he taunts, "Oh? The boy has many secrets." I hear someone scream from the burning city and I fight the urge to help them. "Yeah, I know all of them." I boast. "As my father, Morpheus, the God of dreams. It's very easy for him to make simpleminded humans believe that a dream is reality." He goes on, "It's very possible that your round-faced little boy that you grew up with didn't grow up with you at all." I furrow my eyebrows and stammer, "What do you mean?" His jaw elongated so his mouth is in an "O" shape and he says with fake sympathy, "He never told you?" I was doing so well with keeping calm. "Told me what?" He steps closer and I can see his face now. His voices sounded familiar but now I remember who it is. It was the man who nearly cut off my arm. "Grahm?" I gasp. He shakes his head and says, "Ah-ah-ah, Janessa-Adele. My true name is Eris. I see that your shoulder has healed nicely." He says and I glare at him. He takes a deep breath and spits, "Anyways, Leon Pathos didn't know you existed until he was ten years old. You're childhood with him was just a dream." I feel like I got punched in the gut and I feel lightheaded. "You don't even know what's the difference between a dream and reality. Who knows! That war could've never happened! Maybe my father's still alive." I rub my head and I whisper, "You're wrong. This is a dream. Morpheus is dead. Atty is dead. Cole is dead. Della is dead. This is a dream." He tilts his head and smiles, "Then tell me if this is real." He cups my face and kisses me.