Lanathalis the Legend of the Battlefield

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Chapter 14

Screaming..screaming is all he can hear as bolts awake, cold sweat
drenching his shirt. Another dream, but he had thought they had stopped. For
it had been some time since he had such vivid dreams as this, and ever since
he found his way to the forge things have been peaceful and right. Why now?
What had happened to change such in his balance of nature?

Only now taking the time to look around, he saw that his hands were covered
in blood and that the taste of iron filled his mouth. As he wiped his forearm
across his mouth, thick reddish brown stains appeared on his sleeve. When had
this happened, and who's blood was it?? Slowly the memories came flooding
back of his last battle with the foul magi who mocked the forms of nature. A
vicious hawk that shifted into a bull. It had driven him to his limit, yet
looking off to the side he saw the reverted form of a human pulverized to
death. Around the neck it appeared the jugular had been sliced to give back
the blood to nature, as a thick black puddle of blood slowly seeped into the
ground.

It had been said that Lanathalis sought to walk the path of a berserker, to
seek purity in the blood. But something did not feel right, as he sat here
recovering from not only his battle but his dreams. As he stared at his own
wounds, he knew that he had found a small bit of a weakness in his own soul,
that of his ego. That it was his ego that drove him to become a berserker and
to show off to others, with only the true dedication to nature a second
thought. Yet now forged in the battle, such weakness had been bled from his
body and his own ego taken a beating. He was victorious in this fight, but he
would have to take some time to recuperate which left the world vulnerable.
Nature was placed at risk, so that his ego could be fed and had there been
another magi with this one he would not have survived.

Placing himself upon the anvil, Lanathalis knew he would become something
better, something shaped by nature. To not only be the wrath and hand of
nature, but to be one who healed and returned its power to it. He would not
be weak like this ever again, and he would not allow nature to be placed at
risk. This..this is what his dream had spoken of.

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Chapter 13

The rains fell as Lanathalis found his way upon the Eastern road, drenched
and weary from roaming the lands. Body aching as he had been putting it
through a strenuous journey back and forth across Thera keeping an ever
vigilant eye upon the forest. Recently too many magi had found their way to
the woods, and the signs of blight were everywhere. Yet upon seeing
Lanathalis, they would flee and hurl taunts while hidden by magic. To no end,
it wore upon Lanathalis, however he was winning. Now merely his presence was
enough to drive the corrupted out of the woods, though he still wished to
purge their souls.

From nowhere though, the winds seem to blow for a moment from a different
direction then how the clouds were moving. Foul magic. Perking his head up,
Lanathalis knew that it had to be an invoker to bring forth such chaos within
nature. Gripping the shaft of his maces, his knuckles soon turned white and
his heart was pounding. He was natures wrath and soon a corrupted soul would
find his path set before his judgement. Arrogantly walking forth, the invoker
did not seem to even wish to acknowledge Lanathalis as he stood before him.
Ignored, seen unworthy by those corrupted soulsit brought Lanathalis back
to when he was a child. Pushing down those memories he charged forth into the
battle once more, this time he would not fail.

And just like that, there was one less soul to steal from nature. Standing
there looking down, Lanathalis had thought he would find joy and pleasure in
slaying one. Yet looking, all he saw was a poor weak soul lost to nature that
had given into the temptation of magic. And as the magi steal their power
from nature, Lanathalis once again returned their blood to the earth. As he
walked the forest South of Eastern, his soul was ablaze in a passion which he
had never known. Yes he had taken a life, yet he had given back two fold and
found his purpose.

So he was quite shock to hear a gruff voice asking him a question. Looking
up, he could see the figures mouth move, yet no words seem to register to
him. 'Wha?'. Grumbling the figure grabbed Lanathalis head between his
meaty hands and stared him in the eyes. Looking deep, they seem to find what
he was looking for and he nodded at him. 'Your soul is strong and pure, come
and join the village and find your family.' It feltit felt right. It felt
as if he had known his feet would lead him to this path. It was only now too
obvious once he was here, yet it was a path he had to find on his own. Giving
his oath, Lanathalis gave his final pledge, a pledge which he would never
walk away from.

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Chapter 12

It had been some time since Lanathalis turned his back upon those who would
wish to call him family. Thinking of how the ignorance had corrupted them
still did not set well with him. It hit too close to home showing how the
blight of the soul had spread so far and wide. That it was not just a small
isolated incident which had occurred to him and his family, and once again
the nightmares of his past found their way to his thoughts.

Yet..there was perhaps a chance he could save these souls unlike his family.
The seed of corruption had found its way into the heart of the refuge this is
true, though it had not full set in. It would be possible to cut out that of
magic and there would be a chance nature would find its path back to the
purity of which it was. But this would not be accomplished by mere wishes or
intent, Lanathalis had to find a way. And such a way would not be done
without blood upon his hands, for it was only by purging the soul of its
corruption could it find a chance to be pure and remade.

Lanathalis waged battles all across Thera, ever pursuing those who renounced
nature in favor of raw magic and corrupted power. Into the earth he placed
his blood and sweat, anointed in this holy crusade to preserve nature. Always
pushing harder and harder to purge the flaws and weakness of his own body so
that he may be a better weapon in this war. He did not relish death and
destruction, but knew that it was merely the proper cycle of nature.

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Chapter 11

'Kin!' proclaimed the Harbinger as he approached Lanathalis with a smile upon
his lip. This instantly put Lanathalis upon guard, for this was not what he
expected. Of course he was joyed to see another of his kin, yet that smile
and his presence, it made the hair on his arms prickle. This Harbinger touted
the noble cause of the Refuge in how it sought to re-awaken the ancient
spirits of Thar-Eris and to reclaim the land in the name of Nature. Such
words started to put Lanathalis at ease for this is what he had sought. This
was the very thing which he had dedicated his life to, to regain the purity
of life and the soul. Perhaps he had been put off guard due to how everyone
else up till now had treated him and he was just jumping at shadows. It had
been some time since his nightmares, and such caused him always to be on
edge.

'Just pledge, and you shall understand' proclaimed the Harbinger, and every
so slowly Lanathalis seem to relax his guard. Here was a new family, one who
understood. One where he did not need to be lonely any more in his war
against blight and corruption. 'Family' Lanathalis whispered as a small sad
smile spread across his face. Seizing upon such, the Harbinger replied 'Yes,
family! You shall find all here that will always watch over you!' The
Harbinger motioning to the unseen to come forth, figures soon started to
emerge. Holy Druids, warriors, ...mages? Wha...what is this?

Recoiling in horror, Lanathalis got an icy cold feeling in his stomach.
Confusion set into the Harbingers face as he watched Lanathalis back away.
Could these people not see the corruption within their own refuge? These
souls who would defile the laws of nature in chasing the power of magic? Only
now did Lanathalis truly start to look at the land around him, and it
sickened him. Trees had bark stripped of them as if high winds had ripped
through them, and grass had shown signs of frost bite. Frost bite in the
middle of summer! No..no this was not a home for him but a nightmare born
again. Fear and panic however soon turned to anger, anger at these wretches
proclaiming to preserve and protect Nature while stripping it of its soul and
life force. These "Outlanders" were just as horrible and fools to think they
could use such magic without harm.

Fleeing from this god forsaken sight, Lanathalis rushed headlong into the
thick brush. Not knowing where he was going, but he knew anywhere but there
was an improvement. He would rather walk alone within the world then to
corrupt his soul and blind himself to the source of the blight.

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Chapter 10

It was strange at first, as many people who Lanathalis encountered would give
him scared looks and a wide berth. They would look away and quicken their
pace, making Lanathalis suspicious at first for what could they be hiding?
Yet soon it had become too apparent as to the reason why was they believed
him to be an Outlander from this place called the Refuge? Truly, there were
those who people thought he belonged with while never speaking with them?
Perhaps they were a perfect place to start upon this long and dark road to
reclaim and preserving nature.

Though finding them turned out to be harder then expected to Lanathalis, as
any inquiry he made while passing through cities seem to gain him nothing. If
anything, those he spoke with seem to look at him in confusion yet Lanathalis
did not know why. Even at one point he was chased out of the city by a
fearful crowd screaming about the horrors that his kind had inflicted upon
them. Horrors? Lanathalis was starting to get an uneasy feeling about these
"Outlanders", for what could turn such people against Nature? The very thing
which gave birth to them and provided for all their needs? It was only
through sheer luck did Lanathalis find a lead to his quest, for as he was
walking upon an a road he found it to be littered with leaflets blowing upon
the wind. Snatching one out of the air, it seem to proclaim a sort of call to
arms for any and all seeking the Refuge. Finally, Lanathalis had a name and a
source as to where to get some answers.

Yet while he would find the truth, his soul would ache. He had found the
Refuge deep within the forest, though it took some time to get any to
actually speak with him. Ever fearful of outsiders, he could only feel their
presence watching him from the forest. It was to an elder ranger who emerged
that Lanathalis saw his first Outlander. The Harbinger, or so it was
whispered upon the wind by the unseen voices who watched.

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Chapter 9

Her soft hand pulled back, Lanathalis swore he had been there and seen
everything unfold. Those eyes filled with pity stared at him, and he knew the
truth to things now.

Lanathalis knew now that he had been spared as a young child by this Dryad
from the horrors of those magic experiments. Now thinking back, he could
never remember actually seeing his siblings within the cottage or anyone else
for that matter. His years there had seem like a fog, yet he had always been
taken care of and now he knew by who.

Those 'dreams' which he had always been plagued with, were warnings from the
Dryad about the dangers of magic corrupting and polluting the natural source
of power within nature. Magic was just a mockery of Nature and the power
which the gods have imbued it with, and for any to touch it would only
corrupt nature in turn. How had his parents not seen such? How had they
allowed themselves to be driven mad at the chance of holding the power of the
gods? Is such a power worth sacrificing everything? And if such a power can
be mimicked and stolen by magic, is it even something that should be allowed
within the world? They had corrupted those of the wood-elves, a race so tied
to nature their own bodies turned against them at such practices!

With a splash, the dryad was gone again into the waterfall, yet Lanathalis
was not filled with the dread of his dreams. He knew now the truth and
purpose for which he had been saved. Walking now with a purpose, he found an
old trail which lead back to a place which he had known long ago. As the lush
greens slowly turned to a sickly brown and yellow, he knew he had found the
place. A blighted land stood before him with an old house falling down in
disrepair. Bones scattered across the field, which he knew all well whom they
belonged to. The stench in the air was putrid and vile, but he knew he had to
do it. Setting to work, Lanathalis set the whole place aflame to burn such
corruption. For a week it burned, while Lanathalis sat there and stood watch
to make sure nothing unholy or un-natural sprang forth from it. And as the
embers cooled in the night air, he knew that this was only one of many
blights within the world. That one had to stop such things from happening,
else the world would flow in the blood caused by these blights. Magic was not
some boom, some gift given to the world but a curse. A corruption of the soul
which must end. Leaving behind all he knew, he knew he would become more.

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Chapter 8

Poor, poor child. From beneath the water she watched as the events played
out, not daring to reveal herself as there was such a presence of un-natural
abominations about the figures upon the shore. Yet as this young wood-elf was
thrown into the water, she watched as dark shadows soon swarmed around him
dragging him below. Well this will not do, she thought to herself and soon
set about to scatter those shadows with a flick of her wrist. Floating down
through the water, the unconscious body of this poor little child came to
her. Touching his face, she spirited him away to a underground grotto in
which he could breath. This poor soul will be a sacrifice it was true, but
not to the monsters of which those abominations had worshiped. Singing to the
poor child, she placed him into a deep sleep nestled in a mossy bed where he
would be safe and protected. Able to dream a better life, free from whatever
horrors he had seen till now.

Though the Dryad did not retreat from life, as she knew those figures would
be the cause of great destruction and pain. How had such souls who were
dedicated to nature turned their backs upon it to work with them? More so,
why would a mother and father sacrifice their own children for the benefits
of others? Mortals were socomplicated and she doubt she ever would wish to
be one, yet she was curious. Ever watching from the waters, what she saw was
such horrors as the parents and those figures abused the children over and
over, getting them to try to use magic. Some basic magic was accomplished in
turn by each child, yet this was only met with disdain and disgust as so much
more was promised to them. And as they attempted harder and harder
incantations, she could see each becoming weaker and plagued with illness.
Could they not see this was not natural? Could they not see they were
changing the balance of nature and corrupting the land in their attempts?
Foolish mortals, why would they ever seek to control the powers of the gods
and nature, when all they had to do was accept their blessing? Did they not
know that such things were beyond their understanding and that so much harm
has always come with such meddling?

Like beautiful flowers poisoned with a toxin, the children soon wilted and
would rise no more. Deemed a failed experiment, those hooded figures sneered
and commented upon the time they have wasted with such pitiful creatures.
Disappearing though a portal that shimmered with colors of oil, the figures
never once looked back at their work. The two wood-elves who had been left
seem to awake for the first time in years and look about at the corruption
before them. Blight and plague filled the air, and rot had taken hold of the
land. There was no sign of anything pure and natural anymore and worse their
children lay dead before them. Given in to utter despair, the mother fled off
into the woods chased by the father.

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Chapter 7

No, this was not a dream, well as much certain as he could be for he has had
them his whole life. Though Lanathalis prepared himself as best as he could,
he felt drawn towards the sound as ever. Finding his way through the forest
he soon came upon a glade which he had known so well, yet different. The
trees were the same yet they were not seeping blood. The water was not oily
black but crystal blue which ran pure and cold. Raising his head up towards
the waterfall, sat the figure he knew so well from his dream. Yet he had been
wrong, she was not a wood-elf but a Dryad. A dryad with beautiful hair
andeyes! She had eyes!

A sad smile upon her lips, she greeted Lanathalis much to his own surprise.
But should it? This place, this woman has haunted his dreams since before he
could walk as a child. And there sitting on a rock beside her was the book.
But how could that be so? And why did this Dryad have such a horrible thing?
Fear rose up in Lanathalis stomach that made him want to wretch, but the
dryad spoke to calm himself and that she was there to reveal all. As he
blinked, somehow he was now waist deep in the water with the Dryad standing
before him. With that sad smile, she reached out and touched him upon the
head and all his memories came rushing back.

Yes..yes! He did have four siblings and his parents! Oh how he had missed
them. Strange now to ever think he could have forgotten their touch,
forgotten their faces. That scene at the lake once again playing in his mind,
yet now different. Lanathalis was not playing with his siblings when the
hooded figures approached, but each made to sit in a line before their
parents. Walking with them, his parents and the robed figures seem to examine
and judge each and every one of them. Yet when they got to Lanathalis, the
looks upon their faces was cold and reserve. Like a scholar looking at a bug
which they sought to study, no emotion, no feelings behind their glare. As
they spoke among each other for a moment, panic soon set in as his siblings
were lead away by these figures leaving him all alone. As his parents
returned to him, Lanathalis reached out his arms as if to seek comfort but it
would be denied. His parents took him by the hand and lead him to the very
lake which he had thought he fell into while playing tag, but there were no
siblings. No laughter, no joy to be heard. His father picked him up finally
spoke to him with his mother standing there. 'You, you are lacking any true
spark of magic which could be nurtured. You are a blight upon this family and
serve no true value alive. Yet your sacrifice shall please them, and in such
you will serve a greater purpose.' Terror soon gripped young Lanathalis, his
eyes growing wide as his father threw him into the lake. That lake from his
nightmares, as he felt the hands grabbing at him, pulling him down beneath
the water. Yet this time he would not awake.

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Chapter 6

It took Lanathalis several weeks to build up the courage to even look at the
tome which somehow came into his possession. Pressed into the cover was his
family's house crest, so there was no denying that it came from his parents.
Yet how did he come to possess it? As if in a daze, he had wandered further
and further away from his family's land in an Western direction till he had
came to a river. Washing himself in it of the road crime and soot, it felt
refreshing for once. As if he was waking from all the years of his
nightmares.

Taking a deep breath, Lanathalis opened the tome and began to read what was
written within. It was a journal of such, detailing the interactions of his
parents and a group which they had come in contact with. They proclaimed to
be of scholarly purpose only, wanting to learn the secretes of nature and the
connections his parents had. For they believed magic and nature were
connected and by working together they could unlock the power of the gods.
Reading these words, Lanathalis grew cold with dread. Before him was his
parents words written before him, betraying the very thing his family had
been dedicated to protecting for generations. Magic and nature working
together? How could this be so?

Yet as he read on, there were entries about how magic has always sought to
mimic nature in every form. That the natural powers of the gods is what the
true goal of magic was, and one only had to look at the basics of magic for
such. Invokers? The control and manipulate that of the elements of this
world. Transmutation? To mimic and mutate the bodies born of the gods wish.
To either take form as an animal as a mockery or to change the very nature of
ones body. Necromancy? Trying to unlock the very essence of life, for gods
sake!

How could his parents be ok with such? He knew they loved knowledge, but
could they have truly been so greedy for such? Flipping ahead he soon found
further research and pages earmarked with his name..and his four siblings?
Four? That's righthe DID have four siblings? How had he forgotten
something such as this?? How had parts of his life get ripped away from him?
Growing cold, he rapidly flipped through the journal reading what he could.
No, this could not be. Test subjects to see how well a race born of nature
could attempt to control magic? And his parents willing using their own
children? But why? Out of disgust and rage, Lanathalis threw the book into
the river as it was soon swept away down stream. As it floated, it appeared
that even the water did not wish to touch it as it floated while most others
would have sinked to the bottom. He did not know how long he had sat there
staring at the river, but it was dusk when he had heard the song. The song
from his dreams drifting upon the winds upstream from the river.

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Chapter 5

Is that the smell of smoke? Opening his eyes, Lanathalis vision was obscured
by thick black smoke billowing around him. How in the hell did he end up
here, as he swore he had set his house ablaze the night before. Yet looking
around, the familiar signs of his room soon came into focus ablaze in the
light of the fire. Thrashing the covers off himself, he soon found himself
crawling upon the floor gasping for breath and any way out of the house. The
crackling sound of the fire raged in his ears, and the heat kissed his skin
as he felt the hairs start to burn. Reaching up, he was able to find the
lever to the door and barreled out of the inferno into pitch blackness.

As his eyes adjusted, he found that he was now within a cave as he could hear
the rhythmic pitter patter of drops of water falling into a lake. Looking
behind him, there was no sign that a door had ever existed, and all around
him watch pitch black. As he hauled himself up, the pain of his blistered
skin seem to sooth as he walked across the cold damp floor of the cavern.
Looking up towards the roof of the cavern, it was a glow with insects giving
off a soft light making it appear as if the night sky was above him. Such
beauty was soon destroyed as he stumbled upon two corpses which were huddled
together in a state of decomposition. Gagging, Lanathalis reeled back from
such a sight and heaved nothing but bile upon the rocks. Yet he felt
compelled to look back upon his gruesome discovery, as if something was
pulling at his attention. Familiar brown robes garbed these two figures and
they were adorn with each with a necklace of a raven holding the moon. A
crest..the crest of Ca'Valis, his family's crest. He knew, he knew that these
two corpses were that of his parents but how was this so? It had been over a
decade or two when it was said they died. Yet here they were before him in a
state of decomposition. Yet as he reached out to touch them, their corpses
crumbled right before his eyes. Even that of the robes turned to dust and all
was left was that of a leather bound tome which had charred marks upon the
fringe. Reaching out, Lanathalis grabbed ahold of it and clutched it to his
chest.

Cold drops slowly fall down upon his face and Lanathalis is pulled back
awake. Resting against a tree under his tarp, he can see the charred grounds
of where his house once stood. Three days it had been since he set it
ablaze, as there were no embers or smoke from the site. Yet looking down at
his arms, he noticed that his hair was still burnt and clutched within his
graps was a leather tome.

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Chapter 4

Why now over the last few years had these dreams reawakened? Dreams (or
better yet nightmares) which he thought long lost to memory now resurfacing
like a bloated rotten corpse upon a lake. What had his family been hiding
from him all these years which seem to have affected his mind and soul in
some way? A small kernal of fear, corruption, of doubt that seem to infest
his dreams of late. Dreams which have sapped him of his love of the forest
and nature, as all he saw was decay, blood and death wherever he looked.

This place, it clearly must be cursed and to such it should be purged in
fire. Lanathalis had no love for this place anymore, as was just a reminder
of what had been if that was even to be believed. What was worse was
Lanathalis was still very young to have so much happen to him. Perhaps it was
the isolation deep within the forest which was getting to him, driving him
mad to have such dreams. Perhaps such a cleansing would purify his soul and
his dreams to where once again he could get sleep.

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Chapter 3

It was a bright day upon the shores of the lake, as he played with siblings
while his parents watched from close by. It was a rare day in which his
parents could relax and spend it with the family, allowing the worry and
tension of life to just drain away in the sunny afternoon. Always quick and
nimble, Lanathalis was always king of tag in which he would without fail
dominate his elder siblings. With laughter upon his lips Lanathalis shot
towards his elder brother intent upon tagging him and forcing him into the
water. Yet a sound caught him off guard which caused him to come up short and
trip over a rock which he had not seen. Sprawling into the shallows of the
lake, laughter is all he could hear as he spit water out. Though it was not
from his brother but from the direction of his parents. For now they stood
there watching, with a group of unknown hooded figures by their side.

..this was not right. Where had these figures come from and who were they? He
did not remember ever seeing them before, though his parents looked at them
as if they were friends. Scholars they had proclaimed themselves, yet there
was an ominous feel to them which screamed at Lanathalis' soul to run, get
away. Screaming at his parents, they seem not to care as they were deep in
conversation with these figures. It was as if he was not there! As he
attempted to get up, yet Lanathalis found that it felt like he was moving in
a gel of some sorts and that he was moving in slow motion! Screaming for his
parents to stop, the same black mucus spewed forth out of his mouth with a
foul acidic taste. Slowly the muck and gel griped tight upon him, pulling him
under as he watched his parents walk off with these hooded figures, no cares
given for their son which was sinking. The world was turning black as he sunk
deeper and deeper into the mire, a burning feeling deep within his lungs.

Yet he could hear his brother call out to him, telling him to wake up. With a
start Lanathalis' eyes snapped open, and he fell out of bed. His brothers
voice, he was certain he had heard it but it could not be so. The room was
empty and the door was secure, more so his brother had been dead now a few
years. Even more confusing was the nightmare of his parents as he truly had
no memory of them yet it felt as if he was there. He only had ever been told
by his brother when he was younger that they had gotten sick and died, but
his words had always seemed hollow. If such was not the case, what had his
brother been hiding from him? Though it was all for naught now with
Lanathalis now the only surviving one of the family.

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Chapter 2

Set out to explore with his childhood friends, Lanathalis soon found himself
in parts of the woods which no longer felt familiar. A cold mist seem to
almost rise up from the ground and a chill was in the air. Looking over his
shoulders to yell to his friends, he soon found that he was all alone. He
could hear his breath quicken as he quickly searched the forest and it
appeared to be void of life. Not even the sound of birds or insects could be
heard which had just been there previously. He had been in these woods time
and time again, and this simply should not be here, wherever 'here' was.
Turning to backtrack where he had came from, Lanathalis no longer could
differentiate which way was which. Looking up at the sky, it had an orange
hazy glow about it which seem to obstruct the sun to give him any sort of
reference.

As panic started to set in to young Lanathalis, a soft calming voice could be
heard singing somewhere just out of sight before him. Like that of the sweet
call of a siren, he found his breathing returning to normal and his pulse
calming down. It should not be this way, he should run yet his feet would not
listen. Step by step he feels his feet pulling him towards the song through
thick brush and briars. Cutting and ripping his flesh, he seems not to care,
though his mind is wanting to scream out to stop. A small clearing opened up
before him as he emerged torn and bloody, into a grove in which a waterfall
dominated the center of it. But those trees, they are always the same. Ash
grey in color with bark flaking off, the trees which have always plagued him
growing up. Though for a moment Lanathalis is able to pull his eyes away from
the trees and towards the voice which is singing within the waterfall. A
female wood-elf with shimmering skin simply sat upon the rocks with the water
cascading down around her. Such a beautiful voice, he only wanted to reach
out to her, to touch her and to be enveloped in the lovely melody which she
sang. Yet as he placed one foot into the water, the mystical figure turned
her head towards him and her song turned to a wail. Where her eyes should
have been, was only that of empty sockets with blood pouring down from them.
Her shimmering skin began to peeled and flaked off as she made a move towards
young Lanathalis.

His screams soon brought him out of his own nightmare, as his bed was
drenched in sweat. It had been over a year since his last nightmare and he
thought he had outgrown them, yet this was all too familiar. Though
Lanathalis had never remembered that of the female before, the female which
he could see when he closed his eyes. A beauty which had been ravaged and
destroyed, reaching out to him in pain. Even though he was burning up and
sweating, a cold chill rolled down his back causing goose bumps to form on
his skin.

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Chapter 1

The sky turns black and the forest grows quiet. Placing his hands upon the
tree before him, he feels a wetness against the bark. Pulling his hands away,
he see that his hand is covered in warm blood which has oozed from the tree.
As he stares in horror at the tree, the bark begins to flake away and fall to
the ground. Slowly something begins to take shape previously hidden by the
bark. Wiping the seeping blood away from the tree he peers in for a closer
look, only to find it is his rotting face that he is looking at!

Gasping, Lanathalis bolts up right from his sleep drenched in sweat and his
heart racing. Looking about, the room is as it should be as he can hear the
gentle wind blowing outside in the crisp fall night. Again, this nightmare
keeps happening again and again and he has no answer for it. He ponders if he
should call out to his older brother but he knows he will only be mocked for
being afraid of the dark. The sound of his beating heart now drowning out any
sound in the room, Lanathalis grips his blankets tight and hopes for sleep
which he knows shall not come.

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