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Brendon slept, but not peacefully. In his mind, shadows gathered. It was a dark road, and there was no escape from it. Always a laughter of evil triumph was to be heard, echoing far away, but ever closing in. The forums had nearly forgotten the Mad Mage that ruled here, not too long ago. Now, a strange presence...not to be identified, was at work. A presence of mysterious whispers that brought dread and fear straight to the heart. This presence controlled another power...a lesser power. And that power was the key to yet another dark road. There was no end to this road. Brendon walked it anyway. He kept his black trench coat pulled tightly around him as a dead wind kissed his cheeks and bit into his bones. He came to a cross-roads. Both ways were dark and promised death at the hands of unseen dangers. Which should he choose? Then he thought of his mist diamond. When he plucked it from his pouch, it was covered in blood, but not human blood. It was silver blood, like that of a Silver Dragon. The diamond soaked in the blood and glowed a pale, silver light. The light lit the pathways and showed Brendon that the left path was the correct choice, because it had trees. Strange trees, they were...but that was the path he was to take.
After a long while, a tree blocked his path. When he asked it to step aside, the tree bent down and offered Brendon a rod made of wood as a present. Brendon placed this present in his backpack.
At the end of this terrible journey, Brendon came upon a great land, covered in darkness like a blanket. The air was heavy and stale, and spoke of death. A great shadow loomed in the distance, like a great tower reaching towards the sky in defiance. Then the ground stirred. It spewed hot vapors from fissures that erupted and lava began to pour freely. Brendon tried to run, but had nowhere to go. He called out to his friends, to Syrathic...but there was none to answer. They had left him.
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Brendon awoke with a gasp. He jumped up and hit his head on something above him, then fell back down. He looked around. He was in a small space that had become his bedding. They were nearing the village of the gnomes,,,probably able to make it there early on the morrow. He laid back down and breathed easy. It had only been a dream.
[ 02-04-2003, 01:05 AM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]
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