Connor froze where he was and didn't turn around to face who told him that. "Thanks." he mumbled and walked out of the ballroom. He shook his head and closed his eyes when he got into the hallway. "It's not possible Connor, this is just a dream." he told himself. Then why did Malifacent throw fire at you? Why do you have a scar like him then? Connor frowned as these thoughts started to poke at his mind. "Maybe the stress of dad's death has finally reached me. Maybe I'm losing it." he mused with a grim smile. Connor shook his head and opened his amber eyes, letting out a soft sigh.





















