From the Dream

At the beginning there was nothing but dreams and as the time went on there came shape and the first weavers were born. They looked upon what came to be and decided to forge it to resemble the dream itself so they sat together and began to bring forth the earth and the sky, death and life, day and night. And when their work was done they cried over their creation for it was truly an image from the purest dream. As their tears touched the soil first sentient beings were born and went forth to claim the land. The weavers sat back and watched as their collective dream came to life and as it began having dreams of its own. 

In time the dreams began to change and take different shapes and forms, nightmares came first and with them came lust and anger, pain and destruction and from all that a new weaver was born and he gave his mark upon the race he chose as his favorites. The remaining weavers looked at their new brother and cried at the sight of darkness that enveloped him and as the tears reached the earth once again the dreamers were born, the guardians came to be and so the war began.

You sit by the fire and watch the shadows dance on the trees, taking shapes of the words you hear. Whispers and smoke surround you as the story progresses, the cloaked figure turns to you and extends its hand "What are your dreams?"