Soen Spellflinger
Jul 15th, 2003, 12:55:17 AM
"Ignesco."
A tiny bolt of fire races from the tip of his staff and into the infinite black of the young magician's nightmares, striking nothing, and illuminating nothing. He knows something is there watching him though. Something with a cold heart and a hungry stare.
"A-Alana?"
Her blood call will protect him, he's sure of it--
"No, stop it!"
A sharp pain in his neck makes him scream, and Soen Spellflinger sits bolt upright, cold sweat matting his hair and dampening the sheets of his bed. This dream is making him crazy...does it means something?
"Nah...nah....my imagination is all..."
But he can't help but wonder...
A tiny bolt of fire races from the tip of his staff and into the infinite black of the young magician's nightmares, striking nothing, and illuminating nothing. He knows something is there watching him though. Something with a cold heart and a hungry stare.
"A-Alana?"
Her blood call will protect him, he's sure of it--
"No, stop it!"
A sharp pain in his neck makes him scream, and Soen Spellflinger sits bolt upright, cold sweat matting his hair and dampening the sheets of his bed. This dream is making him crazy...does it means something?
"Nah...nah....my imagination is all..."
But he can't help but wonder...