The age of the Vulcan is upon us, be ready, because you play a part it's story. That's all Xavier remembered from his dream last night, that deep dark voice, talking about the age of the Vulcan. It sent chills down his back. He thought that the evil bey, the Vulcan, was destroyed long ago, when the bey of all good, Parsagos defeated it. But, according to Xavier's dream that was not the case.

He also remembered images in his dream. They were only there for half a second, but they were there none the less. He saw Vulcan dealing deathly blows to Parsagos, and Parsagos was not coping well. Every time Vulcan hit Parsados, it was as if if a vulcan had trapped Parsados in it's jaws and powerfully thrusted Parsados forward. After a few powerful blows by Vulcan, Parsados stopped spinning. Then Parsados was just lying there, like a useless piece of scrap metal, his fusion wheel all cut up and it's energy wring cracked.

Xavier had been having these dreams for exactly two days, and it was starting to
freak him out. He wanted to tell people, but he thought they would think he was
crazy. He was ready to bet his life though, that his dreams meant something.
Xavier glance at his clock. It read 7:30 am. He quickly got dressed, and went to
school.