The Outcasts

Chapter 5

Alexicus found himself in a small rectangular house. It made him feel sorry that not everyone could live in a place as large or fancy as Dragonsreach. Olava added fire wood to the fire pit and sat down. Alexicus sat down with her. They sat there quietly for a few moments. "Well?" Alexicus asked. "I require payment." Olava stated. "I didn't bring any money." He said in frustration. Olava looked at the sack on the ground. Alexicus sighed. He pulled out a dwarven ingot and set it on the table. He looked at Olava who was unmoved. He kept placing dwarven ingots until he had one left. Olava nodded her head and took the ingots to a chest. She then returned and grabbed Alexicus's hands. She closed her eyes and went silent for a while. She then started talking in a lower pitch than normal. "I see........you Ilija......and others......in a large place." Alexicus was confused. He did not know if this was the future or something else. "I see a centurion.......that is broken.....and an immense power source." Alexicus was completely lost. He noticed the room was starting to shake. "What is this? They do not call you by what you are now." Alexicus rolled his eyes. "At least that makes sense." He thought to himself. "But wait. I see you Ilija, in front of your master." Alexicus was trying to process this. "I have a master?" The room started shaking very violently. Alexicus started seeing flashes of images. The images were of people in pain. They were dying. The world was on fire. And in the center of it was a huge monstrous figure. It looked straight at him. It had his eyes. All Alexicus could feel was intense fear. "I see great destruction.......great power......in your hands!" Alexicus let go. Olava's eyes were glowing red. He grabbed his sack and bolted for the door. As he ran outside he came face to face with townspeople. They all started screaming. "GOBLIN!!!!!!" Guards ran to the area brandishing swords. Some of the townsfolk brandished weapons too. "Run." Alexicus thought to himself.