Anticipated enough....excellent...let's continue...

I was a little frightened because that wolf was following and eyeing me
out like its favorite prey.

I was on my own. I was in a barren winter desert. Trudging away through
snow as think as Macian. It was so cold when the blizzard started that
my fingers and face would have frozen had I not had the staff. There
were avalanches in the distant and then there were snow storms, I could
not see where I was walking, I just walked up. I must have sloshed
through for ages but eventually everything became a white blur. It was
daylight the whole time, so I did not know when to sleep. I was so tired
and hungry. I was weak and I was desperate. The wolf would get me.

I held my staff close but it only gave me the strength to carry on a few
more steps. I stopped to look back, I tried to focus and could see the
city on the horizon I was walking to the edge of Sapience. Each step
came more laboured and determined, but eventually I stared stumbling and
it was not soon before I fell to my knees and passed out.

---- You close your eyes, curl up in a ball, and fall asleep. ----
It was like some strange drug, instead of dreaming of my damned father I
had more interesting one. I dreamed of the small village I was born in.
The one I protected for years. I dreamed of the Beacon when it was a
city of peace. I city I lived and grew up in. I dreamed of all the wars
I fought against the darkness. I dreamed of me standing on the ramparts
as a Daru surrounded in the fire of Rahn. I dreamed of the peace I had
in my tranquil study as a monk. I dreamt of the love that I had for
someone. I dreamt of the feasts I had with my family in the Great Hall
of the Saerac. I dreamed of Varian towering above me, his silver face
speaking to me, asking me to be his quill, I drew and wrote whatever he
told me to do. I dreamed of it all disappearing. Then the Darkness
started to swallow me, I had lost it all. All the warmth was taken out
of me. A giant black, face sneered at me, bright white teeth as long as
my hand closed over me. The pain was too much.
---- I didnt wake up ----

I died.









Naaa...
...I was still alive you idiots.

----I woke up slowly----
I was lying at the bottom of an enormous antechamber. A massive black,
giant wolf, had dragged me into a high glassy temple, that almost seemed
to be floating on clouds. It was the temple of my new Lord. The one I
needed to seek. I could feel the wind of his breath reverberating
thought the temple. It was a soothing sound but in the same way, an
utterly haunting melody. Empty but powerful.

The wolf padded over to me and pushed me with his giant maw. I rolled
over onto my stomach. I tried to clamber to my feet, but I was too weak,
I could only rest on my knees. The wolf gazed at me with sad yellow
eyes.

"What do you want from me?"

He made a small whimper, but it echoed powerfully through the temples
spiralling ceiling. He straddled up to me and swatted me gently with his
front paw. I grabbed a chunk of hair on his back and pulled myself up
onto his back and then slumped onto him, arms around his neck. He
galloped up the spiralling staircase, and my hearing seemed to go away.
I just saw a myriad of blue colours. Metallic colours and glass, it was
magnificent.

"Munchin, bring this mortal here." A resonating voice, broke into my
skull forcing me to open my eyes. The wolf shook his mane forcing me to
lose my grip and slump to the floor.
"Why am I here?" I lay on the floor with my cheek pasted to the floor
trying to assemble the swirling mist into something remotely solid.
"Sayber, I am Sasvilya, I am His Lords Minstrel. I am here to guide
you."
"I must rest."
"At your destination Sayber, you will find more than adequate, rest."
"Where am I going?"
"This waycome."

I managed to pull myself to my feet and followed the minstrel. I had
nothing to lean on so I found it hard to balance. He led me out to the
balcony, if you can call it that. I overlooked the entire realm. I could
see right across the realm from where I originally walked from, The
Aalen. I could seen the Durian building in Eastern Ithmia. The flame
torches of Enorian illuminted everything in the south, apart from the
red twilight that covered the route to Bloodloch. The Sun was sinking
and reflected beautifully in the ocean between the islands of Ashtan.

"Breathless." Sasvilya nodded.
"You know what to do Sayber?"
"I do."
"Farewell."







I spread my arms wide, closed my eyes and fell into the clouds.


Penned by my hand on the 12th of Ios, in the year 194 MA.