The Northern Lights Aurora Borealis

After a short time of considering the situation, he glanced up to answer the King and Aurora caught his eye. There was no way he could’ve said anything else but the answer that he gave, "Yes, I accept your challenge and in one weeks time you will have a rose garden the likes of which you’ve never seen before in your life."

King Graham raised his eyebrows just a little stunned that Mikhail had accepted, "Then allow my daughter to show you the task before you. The next time we meet you ¦will give me your knowledge on the issue," And he waved them both away believing Mikhail really had no chance.

Graham lay down to sleep the sixth night, but no sooner had he closed his eyes had his memories rushed to the surface. He tossed and turned and was unable to displace the memory of where the problems with the place Aurora’s rose garden would be. The memory was so vividly clear and was why he was most certain Mikhail wouldn’t be able to accomplish Ms impossible task. It seemed that everybody had to have somebody else to blame, but this blame was definitely justified by all means. When you got down to that fine line that had been drawn in the sand only one would dare have the audacity to cross it, and that would most definitely be that self proclaimed King, Soren.

Graham sat up abruptly in his bed when Soren’s face flooded the sight of his dream. He shivered slightly, lay back down and pulled the quilt up around his chin. He closed his eyes and let that memory come. 7* is better to remember where it is one came from than to willingly suppress it, better that history not repeat itself,’ Graham thought, so he breathed one last conscious breath before he continued his journey into the memory Soren.  His dream was now his nightmare.