It was 7:00 AM and Justin clocked out from work. It had been a very long night and he couldn't get the Gwyn and the Warrior-Mage business out of his head. He had to talk to Gwyn about this. She would probably laugh at him and think that he was being silly for ever thinking that he could be this legendary figure. She would probably think that it was a ploy to try and be with her on a more permanent basis. Truth be told, he kind of hoped that he was the Warrior-Mage just for that possibility. 8:00 PM could not come soon enough, Justin thought to himself.
When he got home, he took a quick shower and lay down to go to sleep. He wanted to get at least a few hours of sleep before he started packing for the first weekend of the Faire.
As he slept, Justin dreamed of meeting Gwyn at the Faire. He ran up to her and swept her off of her feet, twirling her around and around, all the while kissing her and holding her close. He could almost smell her lavender scented hair. In the distance, storm clouds were gathering and lightning raced across the sky. The air was still and close. His dream self did not seem to notice, though. A blurry figure stood menacingly on the horizon. Black smoke swirled around them, as if alive, and a disembodied voice whispered:
'The time is now close at hand
For the Warrior-Mage and the Korath'ur to do battle
Come to the Realm in the world of Sytheria
To test your mortal mettle'
A black dragon with a torn wing swooped down from the sky toward the happy couple. Justin tried to scream to them, but nothing happened. The dragon roared and the couple looked up and screamed in terror as dragon fire engulfed them.
Justin woke up and sat bolt upright in his bed. Sweat poured down his face as he sat trembling. Once he had calmed down a bit, he wrote this dream down before he forgot it into a dream journal that he kept on his nightstand. He didn't think that he would be forgetting this dream any time soon, though.
That old familiar tickle in the back of his mind was in overdrive. Something about this dream wasn't right. It felt almost like a premonition, but he had never seen himself in one before or heard any voices. He honestly didn't know how to react to it. Maybe he should e-mail Gwyn and tell her about it, he thought. That felt like the best thing to do, so he got up and went to his computer and booted it up. He clicked on the Cynergy 4.0 icon and opened his e-mail program once it had connected to the internet. He clicked on Gwyn's e-mail address from the address book and started typing.
'Gwyn, my love,
I know that I am going to see you tonight, but I just had a dream that I felt you ought to know about. I am at a loss as to how to deal with it, which is strange for me. In my dream, we were together at the Faire. We were so happy to finally be together. Then the dream got weird. There were storm clouds and lightning on the horizon and a blurry figure standing in swirling black smoke. There was a voice which whispered:
'The time is now close at hand
For the Warrior-Mage and the Korath'ur to do battle
Come to the Realm in the world of Sytheria
To test your mortal mettle'
It was then that a great black dragon with a torn wing swooped out of the sky and engulfed us both in fire.
Do you know what any of this means? Do you know who this Korath'ur is? Have you ever seen that dragon before? I know that you probably won't have time to e-mail me back, but I felt I had to tell you about this. My ticklish spot has been driving me crazy ever since I had it.
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Renaissance Magic
FantasyA Renaissance Faire enthusiast finds himself drawn into prophecy and, consequently, into an alternate dimension.
