Role

Chapter 12

She walked along the path until she stood before the Celestial Flames, the
glow from them danced across the area at a fervent pace. Telene sat at her
side, as she slowly knelt down. Perhaps a foolish notion, but one she could
not bring herself to pass up. Her mind echoed her prayers to the heavens "I
call to the vision thatg graces the dreams of all leaders of thera, past and
present." She waited, expecting no reply, not even a glimmer of notice. But
her heart rate had quickened, for to disturb the Ebony Warlock at all might
cost her her very soul. A large price for the chance, but she had to, a
compulsion to see the true shaper of Theran history.

Seconds passed as an eternity, but she would not move. Telene went back
inside, leaving her to the flames. She then laid out the three drinks Charlee
had crafted, and she again prayed, to make the offer. Again time stood
still, but in a moment she felt the presence of something terrible and
awe-inspiring all at once. It was the Dark Dream. The presence alone covered
her, shielding her as she drew her hand through the flames, mesmerized by the
slightest presence of the divine.

Telene sashayed back to her, beckoning her return inside. But she could not,
would not yet, and she asked her a moment alone for the time being. Annoyed,
she left, and she knew Telene was upset. Though it pained her such to do it,
she owuld not risk her in the Dream's presence. She whispered that someday
she would find him, the Ebony Warlock, even if it would cost her her very
soul. At the edge of her vision she saw it then. A dark finger ran along the
blade of a massive axe, a voice filled with the power of the divine whispered
into her ear... "Not today."

Hours passed, as she lay frozen from the presence. The moments had been
brief, but they were seared into her, such was the presence of the immortal
lord. Her legs buckled slightly as she stood, slowly walking back to the inn.
She whispered to herself his words, and smiled. There would be another day.
She would see to it no matter the cost, that she find the Dream once more, to
learn what he alone might know. And she would preserve it for all mortals,
that they might know who it was that had truly shaped the realm they walked.