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Chapter 4

"You murdered my mother!" roared Lorente with a primal scream.

"Your name means a spirit of bad intentions - enjoying causing harm to
others" said Azhult.

"You pompous fool, you hoof-brained mare!" yelled Admund.

"You are key to this, Lost One" whispered Argothus the Seer.

"Nooo!" cried out Soreina Lidwych.

Theorendus tossed and writhed in his sleep, remembering the pain and emotions
from his past. The acts of sorrow grew, he was struggling to let go.. And he
was headed back to where it started.

"THEEOooooo...." growled the darkness in his dream.

Theorendus snapped out of his rest, breathing deeply and taking immediate
stock of his surroundings. Heart racing, a shiver traveling through his back,
he shook out his mane and rose quickly. This was all getting to him too much,
it was taking hold of his calm of mind.

Fleeting images rushed through his thoughts of the past: the Captain's
departure, the suicide of his ancient foe upon the Watcher, the deathly dance
with the vampire and the constant struggle in the War. Shaking his head and
focusing on the cooling waters of the lake shrine, he tried to calibrate
his thoughts - filling himself with positive energy to combat the growing
darkness.

"The world may try and dissolve into Chaos and Darkness, but I must prevail!"