The Book of Ashes
Legend in his own mind, creator of all you see here, he walks this Earth on the path of the becoming.
On Thursday, 25, March 2004 Ashes wrote...
The dream. 8:04AM
I drempt last night of a huge hill, a cliff of rock towering over the place we hid. As I looked up I could see lots of pairs of holes and the shapes on the rocks looked like hundreds of little faces peering down at me, waiting for my demise. Then as still I looked, water began to pour over the top, at first a trickle and then a current, washing down the hillside, and with it came monsters, goblins, gouls, who knows what atrocities. We hid, me and my people, in the safety of the cave we had constructed and we watched as the light around us faded and the monsters were all around us. But they could not enter, not yet, for the magic of our place was strong and kept them out. But we feared, for it could not hold forever and when it failed, we were surrounded with no where to go. I watched on, waiting for a miracle. And then one happened, I woke up..