Sir Edward the IV rose early the next day to meet an old friend named Methuselah who he hoped would give him information on his quests to defeat dream spirits and gain honor. He didn't really like Methuselah and his superstitious beliefs in wild fairy tales, but he was very knowledgeable of distant quests. The man seemed to have a mysterious edge to him that pierced the flesh of whom he talked to. He was very old and every wrinkle and scare on him seemed to tell a story. Edward hoped to get the information he needed as quickly as possible and escape before the old man got on one of his stories.
Sir Edward the IV tied his horse and walked towards Methuselah's door, noticing the many strange items that filled the yard as he walked.
"Who's bothering me now," said Methuselah as Edward walked in.
"just need some quick information and I'm out of here," said Edward.
"We'll, come, sit down and we discuss whatever you want," said Methuselah.
They made their way around the mysterious house , passing by ancient artifacts that hung on the walls. Edward always wondered where The old man got everything he had. They sat down next to the fire and began to discuss the quest Edward was planning on talking.
"Look, all I need to know is where I can find the dream spirits and how to destroy them," Said Eward plainly.
"Find dream spirits? What are you talking about," said Methuselah confused.
"Yea, the creatures that people talk about that haunt them in their sleep," said Edward.
"You really do have no clue what dream spirits are do you?" Said the Methuselah in disbelief.
"Apparently not."
"dream spirits are...well, spirits." The old man sighed before he began the long story.
"The dream spirits are a sad tale really. They were once men who lived with pride and dignity. They were the strongest race the world ever new. Throughout their existence they were blessed with wise kings who ruled the nation well, until Kelthisad came into power and the nations magnificences was diminished. Kelthisad was a master sorcerer who used magic to poison the minds of his people. For three hundred years the nation was ruled by the evil King. It was then that a man named Farran at the time, escaped the curse of Kelthisad and stabbed him though the heart while he was sleeping. Little did he know though, that Kelthisad's flesh was tied to his peoples through dark magic. The people were not severed from curse, and with Kelthisad, so fell the entire race.
The souls of the race remain bound to the world even to this day, and will be forever. Although they have no flesh and can fiscally harm no one, they are still quit potent. They can enter the minds of men and distort their thoughts and feelings. They tend to come while your sleeping because thats when your mind is loosest, though they can can penetrate the mind during the day if its weak enough. The dream spirits have been plaguing the town with nightmares ever sense Kelthisad and his race was destroyed.
The dream spirits have been alone in the dessert of dreams for over a thousand years, and unable to accomplish their dreams. They have to watch as weddings are performed and babies are born. They timelessly watch time pass as men are born and die. They watch as people aimlessly throw they lives away, and they can do nothing about it. The dream spirits truly are a sad story.
There is one way that the dream spirits can be freed from there fate, however, the ice of the frozen portal must must be shattered. Its a long and treacherous path to reach the frozen portal. Many dark and powerful enemies lurk along the path, waiting to pounce on anyone near. But, I'm affrayed it must be done if the King is to be overthrown. For there was a prophecy that the dream spirits would be the ones to end the reign of a not-very-nice king. But one must be careful when freeing them, for Kelthisad will gain flesh just like the others. Although he wouldn't have magical power, his words alone will poison mans thoughts if they are not careful. That man is evil—body and soul."
"*Clap*clap*clap* wonderful story! Hahahaha, that really is a good one." Said Edward practically choking from laughter. The old man simply sighed.
"You don't really expect me to believe that do you?" Said Edward.
"It's up to you," said Methuselah.
"Yea, well I don't believe you, and the only thing thats going to overthrow the king is the cold steal of our blades ferociously pounding the life out of the mental kings men! I'm affrayed magic is long dead old man." Said Edward as he stormed away.
"Only forgotten," uttered Methuselah to himself. "And soon reborn."
Sir Edward slowly trotted home, unable to take his mind away from Farran's tale. There was something about that man that just wasn't right. Somehow Farran's story seemed so familiar, almost as if he had seen everything the old man described. Eventually, he convinced himself that he was just tiered because of the Kings ridiculous pranks robbing him of his sleep.
--JBC
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