The Third Age of Dreaming 1
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Title: TheThird Age of The Dreaming I
Author: Kirah'Q
In the third age of the dreaming, an evil man, born of fire, had come into power. Under his reign, suffering and oppression flourished. And so to protest the misuse of his power, many induced a state of dreaming, calling themselves "The Glorious Dreamers". Those who did not try to sleep, waited for the legendary warrior to save them and awaken them from the nightmare they could not escape by dreaming.
Valdyr walked along the dreamer's path, his sword slung over his shoulder. He scowled, unhappy with what life had handed him. He was a warrior, and there was nothing challenging to fight.
A gust of wind blew, blowing his long mane of silver hair up into the air, swirling it like a tornado. There was nothing worthy to fight, just monsters summoned by Ari, the land's ruler. So bored was he, that he rented his services out to towns, destroying the monsters that plagued them. Another gust of wind blew across the path, rustling the leave of the trees that lined it. With no worthy opponents, he longed for a good fight, a quest. If only there was something worth fighting......
He came to a town soon, a small town, with perhaps twenty homes and a few buisnesses. No one was outside; the town was deserted. He frowned, wondering if it was an ambush.
A small woman approached, dressed in a simple soft blue dress, her fire red hair in two buns on the sides of her head, with hair comming out of them due to the shear amount of it.
Her ice blue eyes bore into him, as she judged him. Valdyr wanted to shudder under her powerful gaze, but he forced himself not to. It would not befit a warrior, he decided.
Smiling, the small woman bowed, as it was cutom to bow to great warriors, such as him. But then she surprised him for she vaulted over him, grabbing his broadsword. Cursing, he turned to her and she threw his sword back at him. He caught the hilt with little difficulty and then smiled. She did that to show she is not weak.... And now she will ask me to slay the monster.
"Warrior, I ask this of you and it gives great pain. There is a monster that lives just beyond the clearing, over that way," she began, and pointed towards a distant forest.
"So you wish me to kill it," he said bluntly. He already knew the answer.
"No, I wish you to help me kill it. I need a... diversion, and no one in this town can surivive long enough for me to cast the spell."
Looking startled Valdyr replied, "M'lady, I can slay the beat without any help.
I am a true warrior." "Yes, but I doubt you can kill a monster born of Ari's breath.
It is magically protected, and can only die at the hands of a magi." She smiled grimly as if it were her duty to protect the world from evil.
"Lady, am I correct to assume you are a magi?" Valdyr asked.
She's so small and frail looking. How can she be a magus? She couldn't have enough strength to control and focus all the power for a spell!
She nodded, smiling at his confusion. I'm a lot older than I look, he heard in his head and then he understood.
The woman before him was a true magus, capable of changing form. He blinked and for a moment he saw a tall, graying woman. Then her appearence returned to normal.