Crater Creator

7. A dream within a dream

Already the dream kicks off well; there are no Goblins or Trolls. This dream places me on a balcony on the edge of a cliff. In the background shows Vontüll in its wondrous form. The city looks to be completely made from gold. It rests, as Nalak described, atop the Dwarven Mountain. Below shows Dwarves working on their buildings. I can also see Ídchanar burning. I faintly see birds flying franticly out of the smoke, critters pouncing into the water to escape the flames. I see a smaller figure walking out of the fire with a reddish glowing ball. Now I am staring him in the face, I have teleported from the balcony to Devils Drop. Gimrak wields the reddish glowing ball. He throws it down and it opens with an explosion. I stagger back and he lifts me and tosses me into the Drop. I land at the bottom and my whole body is broken. I am in pain and I cannot move.

A shadowy figure brushes against me and the only thing I can see is his grin. I just wait; I do not even try to move. I am scared to death. He reaches behind his back, probably to grab a weapon. Instead of a sword or dagger, he pulls out an elixir. The figure is still partly visible, but I can see he is grasping a bottle of blue liquid. Since I cannot move I just take a breath, close my eyes, and I drink the blue liquid. I then feel relaxed and no longer in pain, my whole body is healed. Light brightens up the area and reveals an Elf wearing a stylish robe. He greets me with a smile then introduces himself. "Greetings I am known as Dreamslayer, I have been waiting for you. I shall now awaken you from this awful place of evil."

I wake to a Pure Elf touching my forehead and whispering in Elvish. He opened his eyes just to say, "Ah it is good to see you awake, Christopher." I touch my stitches where the arrows once where, wincing at the slightest look of them. I feel very weak and tired. "Who...," I try to utter, "Who are you?" He states back, "My friend I am Dreamslayer. I freed you from your dream. I have found that you are cursed with evil. Dark magic has found a host to consume. My job is to help fight those evil. Enough talking you need sleep." I mutter, "And what of my friend Nalak, is he well?" The Pure Elf pondered with confusion, "Do you mean the Dwarf? He is okay; there is no need to worry. Rest now, I will shield you from the evil, so you can rest peacefully. When you wake you will see your friend."

Uncontrollably I close my eyes when I want them open. The male Pure Elf fades into darkness, and I fear the worst dream may come. I have no reason to trust a Pure or Tainted Elf as Nalak has said, they are not to be trusted.

I find myself in the same place as before, face to face with Gimrak. He unlocks the ball once more with an explosion. He tries to throw me down Devils Drop when Dreamslayer lashes toward Gimrak with a blue bladed vorpal Flyssa. Gimrak jumps back and runs toward the swarm of creatures. Dreamslayer sheaths his vorpal Flyssa and blows into an oddly shaped horn. Mist rises from the dirt ground. An echo travels through the mist saying, "Assist me Sprits." Suddenly more Pure Elves spring in the mist, wielding blue vorpal bows. The nock red arrows and aim toward the horde vis-à-vis with the mist. Dreamslayer yells in Elvish signaling them to fire. Red fills both the sky and the ground. The impact is small red explosions, and knocks back the ascending foe; the Banshees quickly react and scream a high pitch sound at the herd of Pure Elves. Only one Elf falls wounded, he was caught in the blast, when the rest evaded it. One Elf taps the fallen Elf, which revives him with a greenish glow. The Elf stands wearing green ghostly armor and blue akimbo daggers jump into his hands. He takes a fighting stance and the others do as well.

Lich's bust through the mist, they look like they have been burnt to a crisp, rush with staff's on fire. Instantly the Elves cut through them like butter. Two Lich's focus on me, I shoot my bow at one, but the arrow fazes through the Lich. I call for help and Dreamslayer comes to rescue me by throwing two daggers right between the Lichs' eyes. He hands me a bow and before he speaks, I begin suppressing fire into the group of Banshees. One by one, they fall with a screeching sound. The hordes Lich's fall back behind the Banshees. We all reached for our bows to pick them. At the drop of a pin, arrows and sonar blasts whizzed by everyone's heads, deafening their ears. I was struck with a blast of ear-ringing sound. Instead of cowering and cowardly fleeing from the battle, I stood and fought. Even though it was a dream, the pain was both a burning and stinging feeling. I look around to find my fellow Elves dropping the floor. I got the sudden burst of rage; I nocked five arrows and shot them with rapid-fire motion. At first, they fell one by one, now they fall by the tens. It goes by rather fast, because the moment I stop, all is dead. I drop the bow and quiver and call for Dreamslayer. I see him approach soaked in the blood of all colors. He is exhausted and says, "You are strong, you have repelled against the evil curse. This is not the end, in due time obstacles will become difficult. You must continue to repel this, or you will become a slave to who/whatever trickster cast this curse upon you. You need not worry about this matter momentarily, you will wake soon!"