Role

Chapter 6

His first night in Galadon, Kaeldran had a strange dream. In it, was a small
imp standing outside a building. Lightning shot out of the windows while the
sound of metal clanging against metal came from within. Drawing a dagger, the
imp entered the building.

Kaeldran woke up and strangely understood the dream. He knew he was meant to
spend his time here training. Day and night he learned the intracies of
swordplay while attending the needs of faith in a nameless master. He could
not explain his own thoughts and feelings, but somehow, he had felt complete
and utter devotion to his deity. Yet, his identity still remained a mystery.
As Kaeldran's skills improved, the questions mounted in his mind. 'What does
the divine one want?', 'Will I ever know who he is?', 'Who are my parents and
where did I come from?' As he grew more bold in thoughts, his nights grew
sleepless with unnatural nightmares. Cities burned with himself as the
destructor. A mountain of bloody bodies sat beneath his feet. The heavens
fell from the sky at his bidding. Yet, in every dream, the image of an imp
appeared before him to which he bowed his head.

One night after a hard day of training, the young giant fell into a hypnotic
sleep. Chaos swirled all about him. Velvety black and gray colors mixed and
mingled. Amidst them was the imp, grinning and staring straight into his soul.
Kaeldran awoke with a start. He had gotten the message and went to where he
believed he was beckoned to.