Chapter
4
" Lost in Thought "
prologue
"I can't believe it. All of those people . .
. . dead, in a heart beat, " was all that she
could say before the tears started to come again.
"Clive why, why, why did you have to leave me?
I loved you so much. I took out relationship for granteed,
I should have told you, before you died." Elly
started to cry again at that thought.
<jingle, jingle> [ the rings rotate around the
brass hoop atop of his staff ]
"There is no way that Harfein will be able to
stand up to that kind of power." "How can
one man have so much magical power at his disposal."
"And Micheal has many followers who would die
for him. Because they're too afraid not to."
were some murmors that Kai echoed through the caverns..
<jingle, jingle> [ the rings rotate around the
brass hoop atop of his staff ]
The party was at their lowest: they are beaten up,
defeated, and a few members short, and now on the
run. These caves were the only thing that gave them
protection by giving themselves a place to hide. Winter
was comming in and the temperature was dropping. They
couldn't even light a fire because the ones who were
chasing them might spot the light.
<jingle, jingle> [ the rings rotate around the
brass hoop atop of his staff ]
The Dire Wolf stood up again and walked over to Enutrof
and placed her paw on his lap. It was probably the
most calming thing to him at this moment, Conti then
sat down beside him wagging her tail trying to keep
a high spirit. Even though Micheal is a powerful force,
if Clive was right then it means a much older and
darker force has come back again. You can't believe
that the mage could has also come back, he was suppose
to be dead, you can't come back from a death like
that, but as before if Clive was right then that means
he's still alive.
<jingle, jingle> [ the rings rotate around the
brass hoop atop of his staff ]
"Don't give up hope," says Jonis, "The war
we fight is not against powers and principalities,
it is against chaos and despair. Greater than the
death of flesh is the death of hope, the death of
dreams. Against this peril we can never surrender.
The future is all around us, waiting, in moments of
transition, to be born in moments of revelation. No
one knows the shape of that future or where it will
take us. We know only that it is always born in moments
of pain. Hope is the only thing you have left now
because our lives are made by the death of others."
<jingle, jingle> [ the gnome stamps his staff
on the ground again to make the rings roll around
the hoop to make the ringing sounds again. It's almost
a comforting feeling then Jonis pulls his staff closer
to himself and smiles that broad grin of his. ]
