By Wicked Moon

Alone in a sea that the people of the Manmarch call Endless, lies the mystical Island of Tranquil Dreams. Gorobei turns to you and bows and you return the courtesy. The Grandmaster of the Dawn reminds you that this is not a fight to the death. Gorobei advances warily across the polished granite floor, his big hands ready to grapple you. What will you do.. ?

By Tara Miller

You bow slightly to the Grandmaster,keeping your eyes focused toward the bulky body of Gorobei. Before your very eyes this putrid hulking beast begins to transform. The form goes slender and becomes much more feminine. "At last!" you cry. " You aretaking you oringinal form, That of a feindishly deceptive woman."

By Becky Gonzales

Arising from your half bow and still in aw from your discovery, you take stand and prepare to defend yourself. With half opened eyes glaring at you through a blackened dreamstate, you begin to wonder, is this the way?

By angelleah

In the silenced darkness, the only sound heard is the rapid beating of your heart. It feels as if at any moment it would leap from your chest!!!

By Tara Miller

The rustling of cloth is heard as Grandmaster gives the signal to begin.His hand reaches mid way and both weapons are drawn and poised. "Fight !!"he shouts,and quickly backs from the ring in the very center of the Island. As you move in unison the beating of your heart grows louder still and as you absorb the full force of your opponents blow your mind hears the beat change to those of drums. Your mind transports you back to that lonely day 3 years ago when you began this quest at the insistence of your master, Griffon the Bold,master of magic weaponry.

By Wicked Moon

Your daydreaming leads to instant defeat. Gorobei lands a hefty blow that shatters your skull. Your life has been dedicated to the Sacred Arts of Ninjutsu, but it has all been for nothing. You are vaguely aware of your left side becoming paralysed as splinters of bone sink into your brain. You look up dazed, like a gibbering cabbage, to see the twisted smile spread across Gorobei's fat cheeks. You remember the words of your master, your teacher, "If death beckons, Grasshopper, then call Kwon's name.." You thought this ancient God a myth, but as your heart beats its last you manage to call His name. Instantly you are ravished by a celestial presence that restores you Phoenix like to full strength.

By Brisen Pendragon

Gorobei backs away, astonished at the sight of your return. Nevertheless, he reaches out to grab you. Marked by speed, his lunge came to no evail. You leap over the massive bulk and land behind him returning his original blow with ten fold. Gorobei hobbles forward uncapable of processing his defeat. The island quakes as the bohemith lands on the granite, his eyes shut to the world. "The battle has not been won.", you think.

By Mary Mathison

Standing in the gloom of the dying day, you hear a voice from within the depths of your own head. The voice repeats two words; "The pendant. The pendant. The pendant." You turn and look around, but there is no one save the beast and you, and he seems to be taking on a luminescent appearance. "The pendant. The pendant." The voice that is not your own chants in your head. Slowly you approach Gorobei, (or what is left of him, as he seems to be diminishing before your eyes,) and push him onto his back with your foot. His shrinking body rolls easily, now weighing almost nothing. There you see, on a leather thong encircling his neck, a pendant. You lean in closer to read the insignia there...

By David Hodgson

The pink and grey marble of the pendant draws you in forcing you to look closer and see the finely engraved skull bathed in fire. The sign of Durroth the Everlasting god of Death and Plague. "So," you think to yourself "Gorobei was a desciple of death." "Desciple??" you hear in a voice that seems to come from all around you and you wonder if you had spoken aloud. You look down to find Gorobei's broken body has vanished completly and you find that you are no longer holding the pendant. A feeling between your shoulders tells you that you should look behind you but you probably wont like what you see. You ready yourself and turn around quickly swinging your sword around in an attemp to hit anything that might be behind you. Your sword swings through the air catching nothing but air. You are alone. The quiet adds to your feelings of doom. You breath deeply and begin to scan the room.

By Henery Cabbot Henhouse III

Suddenly you are struck by a blinding flash of light. A flash soooo peircing that it shocks you into the realization that you are sitting, alone at your computer, and it's getting late. But can that deter the true net addict? No, of course not. (hey where's those free email names that lured me into this friggen dungon in the first place?) Back to the story..."Trapped somewhere in the collective unconscious you search desperatly for THE EXIT, some way to end the never ending story of your life, or is it the story of your death? Can we escape in time or is time just another twisted web leading back to the beginning? The answers are to be found on the dark side of the moon. But trust me, you don't want to know, you don't want to know.

By KBECKKA

The light was that of a tunnel. It leads to a fork in the path..one way up one way down the bright light heads up you are scared and want to exit. A stairway flickers gold and colorsMOON the stairway melts and your back to reality

By THE METAL BARON

So your curiosity gets the best of you , and you search . For life you left behind , but is it really behind you , or is that your shadow of doom ? Hence the search continues to make sense of the senselessness in dreams that arise when you close your eyes though they appear to be open . Thus the struggle within continues in this black empty void , just who or what can free me now ?

By BECCA ROOFTOP

And suddenly - a white, yet soft and caressing light spread like a soft blanket across the sky and down the mountain side into the valley. With the light came a "knowing" - a knowing that the worst of the night was over - but that the darkness had been a necessary test of the worthiness and mettle of the one who must now go forward. The damp, blackness and the the sharp foot cutting gravel underfoot was gone - taking with it for an eternal companion - the bitter cold and the stabbing wind. The white light was warm - reaching into the mind and the bones - and energising the pace of the legs that would now move slowly yet surely onwards..............

By Sexy Sable

You stumble around the room, your eyes frantically searching for anything that might harm you, but you see nothing. Suddenly, you feel an icy grip upon your left shoulder and are frozen with fear. Through the silence, you hear Gorobei's voice call out your name, but how can that be? He just melted away before you, not even a minute ago. You'd watched him disappear. "I want to thank you. You have given me something that I have been searching for for many years. I have waited so long for someone to strike me dead so that I could take my true place among the evil spirits. Now, you have given me that..." You feel the icy hand release your shoulder, but you know that he is not gone. All the light seems to be draining from the room and the air is getting thinner as you stand there.

By NAKEY

shivering and cowering in the corner you look deep within drawing on the little bit of lifes essence left inside of you and begin saying ieborog, ieborog, ieborog, ieborog, ieborog, and each time you say it your strength becomes more prominant speaking louder and faster ieborog, ieborog, ieborog, ieborog, ieborog, begins to reverse the curse causing Gorobei to begin to wither and melt again. summoning up what bit of courage you have left and yelling at the top of your lungs IEBOROG!!!IEBOROG!!!IEBOROG!!! he dissappears and a light begins to shine overhead...

By anita

The light seems to be taking on a life of it's own. Gorobei isn't gone, just transformed into a light so bright it's impossibe for you to look at it. In his evil voice you hear "I see you cowering in that corner, there is no escape now. Ieborog triples my powers". You begin to cry "Help, Help, Help me" Gorobei is lauhging a bone chilling laugh as he turns up the heat in an attempt to melt you.

By CeCe

You stand with sword in hand, eyes closed, waiting. Waiting. There is no fear, only silence. The cold is leaving and being replaced with warmth that is coming from the light. With eyes still closed you feel as though you are getting taller, or the gloom is getting smaller. Arms begin to rise, up towards the light, the body becoming ever stronger. Fresh air, a breeze, eyes open to a beautiful field at the base of a huge mountain. You are alone but not unaware. The direction is clear, and so you begin.

By BECCA ROOFTOP

Beautiful patches of cobalt blue, rich green and gold emerge - adorning the mountain side - brought to life by the light - as though their purpose was to be a gift for your eyes. You feet are still but your mind, nudged gently by the warm light and it's new companion - a dancing, floral fragranced breeze, begins a journey of it's own. Looking downwards, you see that the patches of cobalt blue stretch themselves out like a luxuriously lazy cat in the field below. Suddenly, but not alarmingly, a voice, like a welcome visitor to your ears, breaks the silence. It is warm, gentle and although not singing, is somehow musical. "There are four questions you must ask before I can reveal your task. Lay on my carpet - perfect blue - please sleep - I will watch over you." A delicious cozy tiredness washes over you like tropical rain. You are drawn - downwards towards the soft yet brilliant blue flower like shapes in the field below. Slowly you approach their millon tiny gold centred cobalt petalled faces as they perform their duty as your welcoming party.........

By Fairyraindancer

The next thing you know you are flying among the clouds and see a small shrine like structure below.You are compelled to land and go through massive door in front of you.As you walk to the door to push it open you awaken with a start.The cat is standing over you with a knowing smile.You sit up to ask him what is going on and he begins to vanish.Upon his departure you hear a whisper on the breeze...The shrine is where you'll find her....Chandra is the key.You look up From the base of the mountain and you somehow know you must begin your climb to the clouds above,But just who is Chandra and how is she the key?And what questions must you anwser perhaps Chandra will know.

By Fairyraindancer

You begin your way up the mountain when you come across a water sprite who seems to be in great turmoil.You ask her what you can do to help but her anwser puzzles you all she says is tell me your heart is it true?You think a moment and tell her that your heart is true to the mysteries within it.Then she vanishes.Upon her departure you find what appears to be a small crystal heart.You collect the heart and place it in your bag in hopes of returning it should you see her again.

By Tara Miller

Mystery surrounds you. New twists and turns on the path that you began when your master sent you out. You gaze out over the valley and empty your small bag of treasures on to the grassy hilltop. You arrange them in a row from first found to last. The first is a beautifully handcrafted pipe you found in the mountains around your own village. Second a turtle shell, then comes the amber stone with an unrecognisable black spot and finally the small crystal faerie heart.You ponder on the meaning and pray to the God helper Kwon for the strenghth and wisdom to understand. Looking across the valley you are startled to see lightning out of a clearsky. At the end of the flash there appears a figure of a magician and his dragon steed.

By Angelleah

He radiates with a blinding brightness, you shield your eyes to get a glimpse of his majesty. Often in times you thought magicians to be so ghastly and frightening, but his eyes are a gentle deep steel blue and his voice is warm and gentle. You stare as if the whole world stands at a complete stillness. Out of his mouth, he speaks words of such great wisdom, that you do not understand their meaning!!! You feel so unworthy and hang your head down in shame knowing his words to help instruct you on your way are far beyond your understanding.

By angelleah

So overwhelmed a single crystal tear begins to fall. It travels down to your cheek. The magician approaches you. Placing his hand to your face he captures the shed tear. He smiles and says "

By BECCA ROOFTOP

"Chosen for a task so bold - regardless of how young or old. This pearl you must protect and keep to sheild you when you need to sleep." He stops speaking for a moment and takes your left hand and holds it within both of his. He places a shimmering saphire blue and gold cloth around yours and his hands and looks skywards. After a few seconds a soft but growing light begins to shine through the beautiful fabric and a tingling warmth begins to travel from your fingertips, up your left arm, across your chest......... and continues until it has covered your entirity. You look down to the floor and all around you and notice an silver pink aura surrounds you like a misty outline of your whole body. The magician relases your hand and throws the cloth upwards. as he does this the cloth seems to evaporate - to be replaced with a hundred tiny sparkling gold and saphire blue stars. The stars dance for a while above your head, then take on the shape of a dove and fly up, up and up ......until they are too small to see. You look down again and the aura has gone. In your hand you find a beautiful, perfectly formed pale pink pearl. It feels strange - because although you have not seen it before it feels so very very familiar and you feel a strong attachement to it. This feeling increases and you pledge to yourself to never, ever let it go. You start to thank the magician for his gift to you. You look up and immediately notice that he is fading away in front of your eyes. He has already taken on a breathtakingly beautiful translucent form and says gently to you "Whats in your hand was always yours, and crafted from your tears. Protect it well from deep within and show it all your fears." With that he was gone. Suddenly you find yourself in a forest on the side of a dark mountain. Your hear a rustling sound in the leaves above and are afraid. The warm breeze that touches first, the back of your neck, somehow reassures you but you are not sure why. Then you hear the musical silk voice you had first heard before your long sleep in the cobalt flowers. "When evil lives in shadows long, the light will need to remain strong. Your questions now are being born. Your loyalty must not be torn. The dark is there to make us blind - but light can leave this all behind. A purlpe path should be choice until again you hear my voice........

By Trish Merrill

With that he departed and left you to stumble your way down the dark side of the mountain. You find a stream and follow it to a hollow that is full of life. Everything is much brighter now. There is so much to learn and so much to teach. Can you do what you feel you must do in this lifetime or will it take hundreds of lifetimes? If so will you carry the knowledge from one life onto the next? You are exillerated. You have found something more precious than you had ever imagined and begin to wonder if you will ever be able to convey the feelings and thoughts you have. Life is wonderful. You come to a small town at the end of the stream and it opens to a large and endless ocean. You obtain a ship and begin to sail to another place, another time...

By BECCA ROOFTOP

Dawn breaks over a lilac silver sea. The now familiar soft warm breeze strokes the back of you neck. The silver of the sea begins to fade to azure blue - but the lilac remains in a soft bordered path before you. Is that what he meant by "purple path" you wonder? You walk to the bow of the ship - checking to see if your pearl is still in the little brown leather pouch inside your damask shirt. Gazing out into the distance - trying to follow the purple path to it's end - (and not succeeding - as it seems to go on - out across the ocean forever) you are suddenly brought to your senses by a splash of a thousand tiny water droplets - emanating from the head of a dolphin leaping with joy at the side of the ship. Full of joy with an expression of love and optimism she performs for your pleasure. "Hello friend" you say - reaching over to touch her dorsal fin as she leaps up to give you your morning ablutions! There is something so magical and yet somehow familiar about her. Just before she finishes her play and leaves she dives deep into the ocean and returns with a beautiful coral pink conch just behind her blow hole. she slides it expertly onto her smiling bottle nosed face and throws it to you. It lands on the deck - right at your feet..... and she is gone. You feel saddened by her departure..... but something deep inside you tells you with an inexplicable certainty that you will see her again. You hold the conch in your hands and notice how it's paler bands of pink are almost exactly the same as your precious pearl. You hold it to your ear and inwardly laugh at yourself - remembering how your great grandfather convinced you that you could hear the sea if you held any shell from the ocean close enough to your ear. Of course I'll hear the sea - you humourously scold yourself - you are sailing - on board a ship! In spite of yourself - you do it anyway. Sitting on the deck - beneath the main mast - you weep. The sounds you heard from the conch were not of the ocean. They were sounds of pain, sadness and fear. Children crying, warriors shouting something unintelligible - women screaming and what sounds like a number of different animals in distress. You also think you heard and smelled fire. You are sad, afraid and confused. You feel this is a message - that there is something you must do - but you don't know what. You call out to the familiar warm breeze - praying for it's musical voice for guidance.........help..... anything...... There seems to be no reply. Navy blue grey clouds begin to circle above you. A chill steals the warm air the dawn had transported with it - what seemed like only moments ago. You take out your pearl and stare at it - willing it to give you a clue as to what to do next. Your fingers begin to tingle.....as they had when the magician had first given you your precious pearl. Soon the pink warm aura is again surrounding your whole body. You feel so very very tired and fall into a deep sleep - with your pearl held tightly in the palm of your left hand....

By fairyraindancer

When you awake the ship has pulled into port but your not certain of where you are.You walk down the plank to shore only to find your self staring at a hill top and what appears to be a shrine of sorts....THE SHRINE IN YOUR DREAM...You quickly make your way to the old ruin and are standing at the door you close your eyes take a deep breath and slowly open the door.Before your eyes sits a beautiful fairy adorned in a pink and blue almost purple wardrobe.She asks you how your journey was and bids you to sit.You are taken aback by the light which radiates from within her and you mutter you must be Chandra.You don't know how you know you just know, she seems so familiar to but you cannot place where you have seen her before.She smiles a knowing smile and your jaw drops in amazement...Your the cat..Yes she tells you I have many forms but now you see me as I really am...She asks you to present her with the pearl and the faeire heart and you place them on the altar befor you all of a sudden the tear and the heart begin to glow and the radiance of the light blinds you so that you can hardly see..You are a little scared but somehow you feel a complete sense of safety.When the light dies you see a pendant before you.it is that of a crystal blue heart with a pearl safely tucked within it.Chandra tells you to keep it on at all times and that it will guide you to that you seek.You head on your way out the door and as you turn around to say good bye the shrine disappears and you hear a faint whisper on the breeze....call me and I will be there....

By BECCA ROOFTOP

Outside....and very alone, you place your left hand on your breastbone, feeling the pendant and stroking it's perfect form. It's contours are peculiarly as familiar as the feel of your own brow, the shape of your jaw, the aching muscles you have often absent mindedly rubbed after a long and strenuous day. Taking stock of where you are now and what you should do next... you notice a small stocky, human like form approaching you. It is about one metre tall and has a blue face - the kind of blue that can only be created by the moon on a dark blue midnight sea in deepest winter. It's head seems to be disproportionately large for it's body - and although it has a faint smile like expression it seems to look somehow burdened. It walks on a level path towards you but it's step is more akin to that which might be taken when climbing a hill. I'ts damp ragged clothes are sage green and charcoal grey and are similar to a one piece boiler suit. As it get nearer to you you notice that the neck, the ankles and the cuffs are tied tightly with something that looks like barbed wire. On each of it's shoulders it carries stone looking tiny ornaments - one a cave and the other a group of trees in winter dress and devoid of any leaves or vegetation. You open your mouth to speak - nervous of it's intention - not knowing whether it is friend, foe or fantasy. Suddenly you are aware that no sound is emerging from your quavering lips. You are rooted to the spot and feel as though your feet have become one with the cracked baked earth they stand on. You try again to speak but no audible sound will favour your efforts. It is now right in front of you, looking into your eyes with expectation and a kind of sad pleading. When it opens it's mouth you realise that instead of it's lips being from "East to West" a perpendicular "North to South" apperture begins to gape. It sighs and you smell it's breath - like burned ashes from a forest fire - exactly the same as the smell in the conch given to you by the joyous dolphin. You can do nothing else but stare- apprehensively, fearfully and with uncertainty at your new companion. When he begins to speak he says " I am not death - my friend - I'm worse. I carry with me every curse. I spoke of light - they made grey and took my clean sweet breath away. I healed my body in the sun - they've hidden it from everyone. I hid my people in a cave - now each one is the dark one's slave. A million dreams and things I said - they forced them back into my head. My face they said, should always be, the ocean I will never see. The forest fires they sent to burn have murdered every plant and fern. My feet are doomed to walk uphill - for showing them my own free will. This mouth you see is turned around - for saying we were freedom bound. My people scream through day and night in search pearls of of love and light.....

By Fairyraindancer

You are so saddened by his story that despite his appearance you take his hand and draw him closer.As you take him in your arms to comfort him your pendant begins to glow and the being jumps back quite startled..All at once a great light wells up from your very being and focuses on your pendant.A glowing ray of warm blue light shoots through the being and he begins to transform..When the light finally disperses you see before you a radiant being bathed in the color of the sun.He drops to his knees and kisses you feet all the while spilling with tears and grattiude.You look at him quite confused as he tells you that he is one of only a few of his people left the alumbre of fire .He tells you his name Nitron and that he is now your travel companion to battle the evil Goreobi the destroyer of his people.You are stunned trying to take in what has just happned when you notice the marks on youe hands...On the left that of a pink pearl..on the right a blue fairy heart.

By BECCA ROOFTOP

Nitron sits on the dusty earth before you. His large head looks slightly smaller and is now a loveley golden peach colour. His chest and shoulders seem somehow slightly bigger and this, you think to yourself adds to his now (marginally) more proportionate appearance. His mouth has changed too and now - instead of running from "North to South" is definitely set "North East to South West" allowing his stubby upturned nose to begin the journey back to the central line of his very round face. Nitron laughs, gasps and reaches down to his anlkes. He points his toes away from him - then towards him again. He repeats this a few times and laughs again - his laughter reminds you of the enchantingly resonant bamboo windchimes your great grandmother used to have outside the little back door of her cottage when you were very small. "Unlocked.....unlocked" Nitron shouts with glee in his eyes. As you look down you realise what he is talking about. His ankles, had been cursed and locked into the "walking uphill" position - and since you held him close to you - and the pendant - in friendship and comforting - the curse has gone. Also lying on the ground are a hundred tiny pieces of black spikey metal. Where they came from is confirmed to you when Nitron stands up - and the legs and cuffs of his one piece clothing fall loosely - with his sleeves reaching the ground. In the transformation brought about by his recent physical proximity to you - the barb wire bands - binding him tortuously into his clothing have been shattered. The ornaments on his shoulders remain unchanged. You smile at him - and feel so very priveleged to be here witnessing and being part of his relief and joy. You are tying braided reeds firmly - yet comfortably around his knees and elbows to prevent his loose clothing from tripping him up when he walks - when you hear a distant rumbling sound. The sky turns to a menacing dark grey and mauve. You instinctively grab Nitron round his waist and hold him close to you. The cracked earth you are standing on begins to move beneath your feet. The crack gets wider - purple dust fills your eyes and mouth - and suddenly you are falling..........falling............ down and down.....The last thing you see before you fall into a deep sleep - with Nitron close by your side is a narrow purple path reaching out and seeming to end at twelve silver majestic looking trees in the distace. You think you see a gold and blue dove at the top of the tallest tree - but sleep takes possession of you and your heavy eyelids surrender.........

By David Hodgson

You awake underneath a moonlit sky. The silver trees stand in front of you. You notice that Nitron is nowhere in sight. You call out his name... no answer. You decide to go forward towards the trees. You aproach the silver glade and are immediately surrounded by about one hundred elves all with deadly bows trained on you. Their leader steps forward introducing himself as Arganus Goblinblighter Protector of the Silver Wood and all of her inhabitants. After determining that you pose no threat you are led deep into the silver trees to the elves village in the center. You are shown to a room where you find Nitron eating hungrily from a platter of greens and you realize you are also famished. You sit and find a setting already on the table for you. You eat quickly getting up to look around your room. Shortly after you finish your meal a young elven boy enters biding you to follow him to an audience with the elven king...

By BECCA ROOFTOP

A soft and fragrant lavender path leads you and the elf boy to a latticed gate. The gate is adorned across it's arched top and down it's sides with snowflakes - each one standing perfectly still and fixed only by one of it's points. The snow flakes are so large that you can see - with your human eye - all the icredible beauty of their intricate and unique patterns. You are fascinated by their beauty and stare amazed at them. The elf like boy - who has tild you he is called Laiceps gently breaks into wonderment and tells you you must move on - as the Great Wise One is waiting. Holding both his hands in a cupped fashion - towards the centre of the lattice gate, you see seven orchid like flowers turn - as though dancing in a circular formation - in an anti clockwise direction. Like the wheel on a ship they turn - then stop. Cupping his hands again towrds them they turn a half circle in the opposite direction. You hear a flutter of birds wings and feel that familiar soft breeze around your head - and the gate slowly but smoothly opens out onto a silver white and dramatically glistening courtyard. As you enter the courtyard, tiny cobalt blue and lilac feathers begin to appear through cracks in the stony floor. They continue to emerge - like new irrigation on barren land - and in just a few minutes a narrow, yet perfect - soft yet glossy path has been formed - which reaches all the way up to a huge and regal looking purple, tulip shaped seat. A pink glow begins to emerge and radiate upwards from the back of the further most petal formed sections of the throne like object you are now only inches away from. You feel nervous - and unsure of how one is supposed to greet and have audience with what must surely be such a splendourous king. Suddenly - on your left shoulder, a sapphire blue and gold dove appears - and whispers in your left ear. "Turn, and look from whence you came, then turn again and do the same. For looking back helps one to see, the next place he will need to be." You do, without thought of question, as you are bid. Looking backwards towards the gate you see, in pictures framed in cloud like mist - the whole of your journey, it's events, it's pain, it's fear, it's joy and beauty - and you feel overwhelmed with emotion and purpose. As you turn half circle for the last time, when the images of your journey so far have begun to fade - he is there, on his perfectly formed purple petalled pedestal. He is old, but somehow also ageless. His silk robes are one colour - and every colour. His emarald eyes contain oceans of widom and mountains of pain. His brow is one that has been severely beaten, his jaw and his now outstretched hands silently shout the words "love" and "courage". "You heard my kingdom scream and cry - and saw the dark one in the sky and still you came through every test - I know now that I chose the best." ............

By (((((angelleah)))))

Nitrons voice speaks from out of nowhere he says " many have trod to the path of nod to find the truth to the darkness that lies behind. their valient attempt to unveil the evil one was but their defeat and the path they chose ended their life. "you see many paths will lead you to the answer of the darkness, but one is the only path you will survive! "I only hold that key to it's destinys door and it is locked and you can only but knock. If it is to be you shall know the truth but if you fail the knock will be your end. Weapons can be carried, but you will it find to be fruitless in your search. the only true weapon comes from your knowledge and your trials you must endure. some are long some are unsure, so choose the path you feel only from your heart not by it's sight and maybe you might find the one that is right. In an instant he was gone and a flash of lightning burned the ground forming 6 different paths. The first one was adorned with many beauifull flowers at it's path . the second one was a lush green carpet of moss that covered it's path. the 3rd appeared to have golden stones to lead the way . the 4th path was very narrow and dusty. the 5th pth was dark and tunnelike in appearance and the 6th was very strange looking with trees all along the path and birds singing in them. Each one had a note attached and it's instructions for the journey that was to instruct along the way. The scroll read : take this path and follow it's course till you reach it's end and you find a ..........

By Becky!

......wooden hut, with it's delapidated windows hanging off their hinges, black smoke curling from the chimney and a dim light coming from the only window. You stop, should you go in or shouldn't you? After a moment of serious thought you decide that you will go in. maybe the person who lives there knows the way. As you stumble over rocks and fallen branches, you carefully step up the creaky doorsteps. You peer through the crack in the door, and walk in, only to find that the place is......

By (((((angelleah)))))

6 paths of fate to choose the right one is seems like simplicity but it's looks can be decieving. You look at each path carefully. will choosing beauty over simplicity be the best road. carefully you concider the path t your fate. " you choose the "dark Tunnel it draws you into it's path! " not yet you scream as the blackess pulls you into its vortex. you try desperatly digging your fingernails into the ground as the force begins to grow stronger. clutching the nearest tree to brace yourself ,your arms growing weak. you feel your fingers slipping. " no! i change my mind! i want another path!" You scream. but it is usless you are sucked into it's dark vortex , which takes your breath away leaving you helpless, you feel as if the whole world is spinning. The spiraling cause you to fall into a trance. It seems as if eternity is reachable through this portal! you awaken to a new and different world never seen before. Your eyes start to focus on this strange and beautifull world. The sky looks as if a famous artist splashed a hue of many colors upon it. Colors of blue,purple,pink,and violet are so vivid. The Sun it's BLUE! or is it the sun? You ask yourself and mountians of wildflowers adorn the hillside,leaving a sent of perfume so intoxicating it takes your breath away. Trees are very different here. Their leaves are pure gold with tiny (crystal blue ) flowers all over them. Strange striking birds with rainbow colored tails and they sing as if they are snging a lullaby

By fairyraindancer

You look around for some kind of signal or sign as to which way you should be going but are at a loss of what is happening to you.You walk over to one of those strange colored birds and strangely enough in isn't scared of you but sits there starring at you.As you look into its eyes you think you hear a voice but you are not sure as to what its saying.You turn away and shake your head and decide to try and look for some food.You hear the sound of running water not far and decide to go for a drink of water.As you make your way to the source of the sound you hear yoou turn the next corner and there you see her sitting on a rock by an unusually clear river.You have seen this being befor but cannot quite remember off hand.She bids you to come closer and as you approach she grabs you and the two of you tumble into the water.You begin a panicked struggle to keep your head above water to no avail.The being pulls you down and you begin to descend.Just as you think your breath is about to fail you the two of you break the surface of the water and the lovely being rests you on a shore of some sort.As you slowly close your eyes you hear a voice calling to you...Do not worry all is well...

By Becky

As you come to, you see the strange being standing over you. She says "do not worry, I am a friend and my name is...

By David Hodgson

Annalina of the Dawn. Follow me brave soul and you will find the answers you need. You open your eyes and see the most beautiful woman you have ever looked upon. She sits again on her rock in womanly perfection. "Come." she bids to you as she stands gracefully and begins to walk down a forest path to the east. You follow close behind until you come to a clearing with a single huge oak tree in the center. She walks to the tree and knocks thrice upon the trunk opening a door. She walks in and after a moments thought you enter.

By Fairyraindancer

You walk through the door and to your amazement find your self in and underground city of sorts.Near the opening of the door there are guards who appear to be gaurding the door as if wating for an attack.there are small little houses built into the walls with each one having small moss and mushroom gardens in the windows.As you follow the beautiful being farther you smell the scent of bread(now theres somthing that you never thought to smell again)Small children are playing in the earthen streets and there are animals and small little crops and shrubs popping out of almost nowhere.Your eyes are trying to take in all that you are seeing as the being uh Annalina was it?Offers you some bread and you greatly accept.You ask her how this little town came to be as and the two of you sit down under and enormous mushroom like tree Annalina begins....

By Sharameah

Head bowed, tearlets sparkling in her soft catlike eyes... In a voice echoing with silver bells, Annalina softly began to speak.. The story of this place is long, ancient, and honorable. It is a story stretching back through the aeons to a time and place when all beings, all creatures lived in peace and in harmony. A time of sunlight, silver seas, golden deserts, velvet meadows, when the wind was sweet on our lips and hearts were filled with hope and joy. A time when each dawning brought with the rosy glow of day, an opportunity to renewed our spirits and souls by pledging ourselves anew to protect, to preserve our faith and our trust in the ancient beliefs of our people, Beliefs handed down through generations since before time began, beliefs which were taught to us by the wise ones, those special chosen few in each generation whose hearts were so pure, so filled with life and love, they were able to hear the whispers of our worthy ancients who had gone before us. Our story stretches back to a time when against all odds, She who was most beautiful, most wise, most pure in heart and soul was unknowingly led astray and fell into the eternal darkness taking our people with her. For centuries we have waited.. waited for the 'one' For only they will restore our birthright, free us from the darkness, release our souls and the soul of our most beloved...

By David Hodgson

It was sent down from the ancients that one day a man pure of heart would come and defeat the darkness which holds us underground. Our whole lives have been dedicated to waiting and searching for the one who would deliver us back into the light." You look around and see that a large crowd of people has gathered around the two of you. "Come" Annalina says as she stands and leads you through the throng of people. As you walk down the narrow coridoors that make up the town the people continue to follow you. At last she leads you to a large stone door. "As it was written the one who can enter through this door and return with his life shall be the chosen one in which all hope will be placed. No go for this is just the first of many tests. You must return with the silver sword of Karras before you can continue." With that you find yourself suddenly alone infront of the large door that is now open. You cautiosly enter...

By Fairyraindancer

you find your way through a winding maze that seems to lead nowhere at first and then you find yourself standing on the edge of a great ravine.You look down and see nothing but an engulfing darkness and suddenly you are very afraid.You try to shake yourself out of the fear that is slowly overtaking you whole thought process.Somehow you know you must continue as you choke back the dry lump in the back of your throat.You turn to go another way only to find the previous way barred from passage.You look again into the darknessof the ravine and you know what you must do.You take one last breath and swallow hard as you begin to jump.as you start to fall into the darkness your pendant begins to glow and the next thing you know you are safely on the other side of the ravine.You are shaken but gradually become aware of you senses once again and continue on your journey.You come to a massive oak door standing in front of you.It has an iron knocker and accents.You try to push the door open to know avail so you decide as crazy as it seems to knock the door begins to slowly creak open and you are stunned at what you see before you......

By David Hodgson

You are immediately surrounded by barely clothed maidens each one more beautiful than the next all of them begging you to join in their orgy. You swallow hard and try and dry the sweat on your palms. The words "Pure of Heart" ring in your ears and you begin to walk through the room searching for the exit. You reach the back of the room pressing and pulling on anything that might serve to open a secret way out. You find a small stone protruding from the rest of the wall and you push it. Nothing happens. You listen closely for any sound of internal movement in the wall but you hear nothing. Nothing...suddenly it dawns on you that the room has gone quiet. You slowly turn around...

By fairyraindancer

The scantly clad maidens are standing there as if ready or waiting for somthing.The tall red head walks up to you and says you must tell us which of us is the most beautiful of all and you stand there at a loss for words.They are all beautiful and they know it as they stand there proudly.The red head drops her veil on the floor and bids her servant to pick it up.You see this servant girl before you and you wonder why she is smiling.The others are obviously cruel to her looking down with hateful sneers.She just keeps smiling though.you walk the room looking over each girl and tell the tall red head you have reached your decision.As all in the room wait with baited breath you announce that the servant girl is indeed the most beautiful because of her good heart and pure soul.The maidens all at once turn on you and you scatter for a way out as the servant girl bids you to follow her you could swear you hear the sound of hissing and then you are pulled through a wall only to find yourself in a forest..

By Salem Burke

"Sinister -- you are all and more. Splendid. Of all of the Dawnings, all of the Eve lit nights by star have I awaited you, and you are here." Says the man suited in a black garb of no culture you have fore seen. Hands folded behind his back, he smiles. "I beg your pardon?" You ask. Canopy of shrub as deep and hypnotic as the eyes of the strange man urge wonder from where the light comes in such a dense forest. "Light is darkness when you fear, and you wouldn't like it here; either. Might I ask why you have called me into this Word?-- This World in Time?" Your mind is empty and confused like the clearing in the odd forest. The man is alone; empty somehow. "You look as if this is the first time you laid eyes on me." "Well it is." You reply. "My!" Says the fellow. "You need not be so cruel! If it is my feelings that you wanted to hurt you have done it! I never said I were a writer although I would consider I should become so." "What are you talking about!" "MY!" He says again before crumbling to tears on the soft meadow grass. "Oh, excuse me no!" Looking desperately for a linen to dry his eyes and finding none you pat him lightly on the back. "The wall -- you don't understand--" "You Sinister wicked soul. . . " he sobs. For a moment the tears cease; voice collected as before. "Here is a Kleenex," he says pulling a feathery parchment from nothing, "you may use this -- and don't wrinkle my tuxedo." Grabing the light paper you back away in awe. "What?" Whining wildly again he continues, "I said -- MY!" "Oh, of course -- this is a Kleenex?" You ask hugging your shoulders as a wheeze whips through the shrubs. A boom knocks you to the ground next to him. Thunder. But you noticed no flash. You approach slowly to apply what is called 'Kleenex' to his eyes, and he turns sharply. "Must I do everything myself." He says yanking the material from your trembling fingers. Gathering memory you gain confidence. Chilled and shaking your head you do not flinch from his eyes that look at yours again. Familiar this time. "At this point sir", you say, "I'm beginning to think not. I believe it is I who am doing everything." "Oh?" he inquires. "Exactly." You return. At once the thicket is torn by a vivid blue arrow of lightning. "You are sinister, Sinister--" he says eyes dry and wrought with a strange force. "Oh?" You inquire. "Exactly." He returns. At once you realize with no doubt whom stands before you. But before you react the both of you are thrown from your feet as a second bolt shoots a hole through the mighty, mighty branches.

By adam culley

Light gathers light onto the new surrounding in one's imagination stare not behind, instead a steely glare to the future.

By (((((angelleah)))))

To stare at the lights beauty is but too brite to see. i shant look back because if i do it will seal my fate. I can feel the warmth if the light and as it dances upon my brow, the quest seems so differet now. to try ad catch the light with my figertips i try, but the light sifts through my hands and it is impossible to touch. "Oh but wamth and love i feel from this" she said " my soul longs to capture this beautifull light. It has the apperance of the full moon on a summers night . the colors i've never seen before. yet the blue/gray cast "i know i've seen somewhere before. She takes the small veil of crystal blue tears that she once held so dear , and emptied it to fill her vial with this magnificient light. As she tilts the bottle to the ground, and the tears fell helplessly down to their fate " she hears the sound of a lullaby . She listens as one by one the tears change their tune to the sound of a siver harp. Suddely she notices where the tears left their mark in their place was growing a blue rose that dripped black blood. it's face was knelt toward the ground as was passion flower when she was ignored and forsaken. She looked it it, and tried to pick it up to take it with her on her journey but it's thorns were shar as razors and cut her fingers badly. "ouch " she cried and although it's stunning beauty was to her desire to have it she left it alone wandering "why such beauty yet such pain?"..........

By Salem Burke

"Future?" The man says pulling you from the erupted frey. Gazing at what is called 'Kleenex' he wonders. "I didn't know there were such a thing -- I really did not. Beautiful you are. Are you what is called future?" "Yes I suppose so. If what you have never seen before is the future. You are so familiar, do you recall me?" "What for?" he says "can't you read? Do you hate so much what I have written?--" He hands you a pad which reads: stare not behind, instead a steely glare to the future. . . . Mouth open, heart thumping you circle the strange man. "Light is darkness when you fear, and you would't like it here -- why such beauty in such pain? Why look at steely Fore, and forgotton be the Lore -- don't stop walking, don't stop talking don't stop doing as you do, what is happiness be true--" "Who is saying that!" You shout. The man, now in white locks eyes with yours, terrified and confused like you -- "Is it stalking, is it stalking -- or is it in my veins; it is here, it is near it is looking to the fear, new adventure new shock lock; new the open in the clear--" "QUIET!" The man yells covering his ears then darting into the forest storm. You follow calling him, perhaps more frightened than he--

By Salem Burke

Sobbing in a wood hollow; locks of wet hair clinging to your cheeks, lips, neck. Winds awful and sad. Like the man in the crevice who owns the hole world in Time as you recall -- you glide your neck. Thunder again; a scene: Alone in a sea that the people of the Manmarch call Endless, lies the mystical Island of Tranquil Dreams. Gorobei turns to you and bows and you return the courtesy. The Grandmaster of the Dawn reminds you that this is not a fight to the death. Gorobei advances warily across the polished granite floor, his big hands ready to grapple you. What will you do.. ? The scene vanishes and from the shade forlorn hole the man echoes: What Miss Fawn Tasia -- will you do?

By fairyraindancer

A blue light flashes and you hear the sound of thunder once again.You are standing in the forest and all is still and quiet.You close your eyes and rub your acheing head.You take a breath and proceed to walk through the forest and soon come upon a large temple built into the side of a mountain.You read the stone tablets before the door and decide this is where your task will end and this is where you will find the sword of Karras.You enter the temple and walk for what seems like hours when you finally come upon a pit with a blazing fire lit within it.There amidst the fire hanging there in the air you see it a beautiful yet simple silver sword.Easy enough you say and you reach for the sword.All at once you are standing there in the forest and the figure in black is there once again vexing you with his rattlings.Your head starts acheing once again and you hear the figure laughing "You didn't really think you could put me off did you?"Who aer you that you should forget me?Your head stars spinning and you think your gonna passs out.You clear your thoughts and stand tallYou are not gonna lose this...battle or is it you wish you knew what was happening.You close youe eyes too gather your nerve but when you open them you are standing in complete and total darkness...all you hear is the dark figures laugh and the only thing you can think is "Whats so damn funny anyway"

By Jonz

The laughing continues what seems for hours. Is it meant to torcher me? I must find my way out. The incedious laughter follows me as I inch myself along in the darkness. Who am I, what did I think I could do? A soft breeze brushes my face and it startles me. I follow it. On my knees now I call upon the Gods to favor me. Anxiously I follow the fresh air so close now that I am shakeing. I reach out, my hand comeing closer, to what I don't know. I just know I have to get out. The laughter stops abruptly. Silence.... The formidable silence. My heart races, I am reaching and shakeing and find an opening. I must get through is all I can think. The darkness is starting to consume me and I want to scream. One more push I hear myself saying. As I break through the laughter starts again. But I am not afraid any more. I want to laugh with them. Them? Why did I say them? I am falling, faster and faster and the Incideous laughter fades.....

By Jonz

I awaken to find myself outside the temple. The door still standing open as I had left it. I look beside the door at the tablets. Strange...I remember only two sets before now there are three. I reach over and close the door and open it once more. The pages turn and I find myself engrossed in its words. To get the sword I must participate in a game? Is that why they were laughing at me? I turn the pages once more and the instructions read: Wisdom and a pure heart is all that need. Evil and fear do not feed. But love is the purest gift, if you have not..It'll set you adrift!

By Jonz

I pondered those words I had just read. I had love in my heart once. Where did it go? Will I have to find it again or am I able to reach down deep in my soul and retrieve those precious moments so long put aside. Will my heart remember, will my soul? What kind of game was this going to be? It seems so simple a task and yet there was fear. I gathered myself together and decided to enter once more. This time I will be equipped with some knowledge of what is going on inside. I opened the door and walked in. The entrance was brightly lit this time and I could see that there were many doors. Each seemed to be beckoning to me, each held a quest. Which shall I choose? I opened the door farthest from me......

By David Hodgson

...stuck...it wont open. You try the next door only to find it locked. You walk around the room trying all the doors finding yourself unable to open any of them. You sit down in the center of the room trying to think of what to do next when suddenly on the floor beneath you you feel the outline of a door. You search around until you find the handle. You pull on it and it opens surpisingly easy. Ahead of you lay stairs traversing down into the bowels of the earth. You take a torch from the wall, light it and begin your journey down...

By fairyraindancer

you decend a large spiral of stairs and find your self once again facing a choice of which door.You decide to concentrate on the light ,the love you are trying so hard to remember.As you begin to remember the love so long ago forgotten there begins to shine a bright light all around you.At first it is just a bright ball of light but as you concentrate harder the light becomes so bright that you can feel the pure goodness within it and you remember the love and warmth of a time long past of a time you thought to be dead and gone.The light engulfs your body and you reach out your arms to embrace the pure love the pure light.As your arms circle the air about you,you feel somthing within your embrace.Someone is embracing you in return.You hear a calming voice on the wind.It whispers to you.....You have found that which was lost to you....You have returned to the light....Arise and be reborn......

By Jonz

"Very good," I hear a voice say. "You have passed the test of love".Now lets begin the game. Which door do you choose first? I looked at the doors, on each is a different symbol. I examine the symbols knowing that each has its own meaning. I must remember my teachings from the master. I calm myself, meditate briefly and choose the door to my right. It's ornate carving captures my curiosity as I try to decipher its meaning. I reach up to touch it and the door opens with such a quickness that I am left with my hand in mid-air. The room is a maze of entries and exits.I walk to the entrance and find instructions. The next door you must find,through this maze you must wind, Find a riddle attached to the door, solve its puzzle and we'll give you one more...

By fairyraindancer

You come across a door with bronze hinges and a brass knocker.You look around to as if to see a paper with a riddle upon it when you notice the riddle carved into the door.It reads This light comes from within and shines all round.Bottle in the body is where it can be found.Release the cork that holds it in an evil one makes you frown and pure one makes you grin.You think it over and decide upon your anwser and you say out loud a soul a spirit.Very good you hear someone say.Now the door may you pass.You push the door open and alas you are standing in the forest once again and once again the robed figure stands there laughing at you.You decide to put an end to this once and for all and you reach out to grab the dark cloak hiding the figure before you.With a great heave and a tuo you pull the cloak from thr being and what you see makes your knees weakand your mouth drop open.For standing there before you is....is....you, but how can that be?It looks just like you but different,darker somehow and as you stare at it,yourself the other you begins smiling wickedly back at you.You try to speak to it but alas no words will come and you fall to your knees in disbelief...It walks over to where you stand and places a hand on your shoulder,You shudder at the coldness of its,Your its touch and then it starts....That hideous laughing

By Jonz

As he starts laughing, I remember the tablets riddles. I stood to face this abination. I looked at him with steel in my eyes and grinned,"I fear you not dark one.I know the powers I hold and you cannot have them." He raised his sword to strike me down but I stepped aside. I turned and when I did I brought my own sword up and around. It connected with a cracking sound and took off his head. The figure crumpled and disappeared. I was once more transported within the temples walls. The door I had entered stood open, only this time, the face upon it smiled. I had won the first part of the game. I chose another door. The one with the raven upon it and entered within. It slammed shut immediatly. A light radiated from the center of the room and I found myself drawn to it. As I entered the circle of light there appeared before me a table of relics. I examined them closely. They were the relics of the Ancient's. "Choose wisely'" I heard them whisper.Before me lay a medicine bag, a ring and a white rock. As I touched each of them I gained some knowledge of each. I stood there, which do I choose?...

By Natalia Thompson

I peered at both of the strange items. Which shall I choose? The question still remained. What will happen when I take the ring? Or the white gemstone? What of the medicine bag? Then I heard a small, qiuet voice speak to me in my head... Or was it something else? As it talked to me, I began to understand I shall do, and what I shall choose.

By Natalia Thompson

I finally understood. I had to chose the white rock. It was a test, of faith, courage, and to prove I was not going to chose the best looking thing, and think it was the best. I reached over, slightly scared at what might happen when I took the rock. When my hand came near it, the white rock , or gemstone, bagan to glow of a pale sky blue. I flinched. Before I could take my hand back, and reconsider, I grabbed it with all my power. A blinding white light filled the area I had been in. Unfortunanty, I was knocked unconcious by the suden force of teleport. When I awoke, I was laying down on a soft pallet in a gorgeous room. M=Several garments lay beside me, one was of a purple-gold cooler, and the other an emrald-green, with golden sleeves. I chose the green one, after I had thouroly check to make sure nothing was wrong with it. After I was thorougly clothed, I began to search for an answer to where I was. I cast a spell, invisability on myself, glad to know I was replinished all of my magic. I strolled around the palace, for a few minutes. Suddenly I heard a quiet voice behind me, it was so close, I thought I could feel the things breath on my neck. Hello traveler. It said with laughter in it's voice, when I had turned around reaching for my sword in protection.He laughed a hearty laugh before he continued. I have been searching for ye for a long time Revel. I was surprised to know it knew my name, and stared at him in amazment. Yes, I do know yer name. Don't be frightened though Revel, I have revived you, fed you, and have clothed you. There is no reason to be wary of me. I am the King of the High Elf people. I have watched you along your travels. I think you are the perfect erson for the Quest I have for ye. At my uncertain look, a hearty laugh, again, escaped his throught. That is when I realyl looked at him, I mean really. He was wearing a long gloden robe, gold must be popular here, with silver arm peices that seemed to hang to the floor. He was about 1 foot taller than me, with 2 amethist earings in the middle of his lobes. For some reason, I bagan to feel comfortable with this tall, strange man. It was as though a certain soft, kind, and loving energy probed around him. Come Revel, he finnaly spoke again, lets go to the Feast I have perpared for ye. It is a long Quest, but I know ye can do it. You will need yer strength though, and a nice soft bed to sleep in. I have it all prepared for ye, even a companion. My most loved warrior, Zandi. I was startled to hear a female name, and to be called a warrior as well. We went to the feast, that is where I met her, I ate raviosly, the past few days, I had gone without food, and as the King had said, I needed my strength. I met her after the feast, where we were introuced. She had long brown heair, wich came to her hips, dark green eyes, and soft light lips. She wasn't a HIgh Elf, that I was certain. She was a strong looking girl, and one not to be messed with I realized. I decided to test her on her strengths. I challenge you to a battle, I proclaimed. As ye wish Revel. Many people knew my name it seemed. We faught for about 1 hour, equal in srength and strategy. In the en though, she managed to overthrow me, although I dont know how. When we were done, I peered at her, she was breathing lightly, as though we had only been fighting for 5 minutes. As I squinted at ehr, I saw a green/purple collor all around her. Does she have Magic?! I asked the King in Question. Yes. She is well known for that, around the only feminine warrior/sorcerer of our kind. Ye are worthy to acompany me on my journey, although I see no reason for it. I said, trying to hide my shame.....

By goldie locks

"then why should i acompany you on your journey, if you see no reason for it," Zandi replied, arching her eyebrow in a way that made me laugh, and dispelled any lingering shame over my defeat. I reached out my hand toward hers and....

By Ron MacIntyre

The High King then asked us to join in in the High Chamber of Laws. Once inside I gazed around to see that the room was filled with a luminus white glowing light, yet soft enough for one to see clearly that this was a chamberr of significant power. Zandi and I stood in amazement as the High King Thoronz sat slowly upon a pale velvet blue pedestal, perplexed as he looked up into the nothingness of the high arched ceiling. The chamber became silent as he leaned forward with the look of perplexed fear in his eyes. He spoke softly at first of the many wonders of the planet if all were to come together as one and if man only would believe once again in the beauty of all that is. Thoron then spoke with more urgency of the quest we were about to begin if we decided to join as one and dedicate our hearts to the full meaning of our mission with out question. I felt deep into my heart of what I was about to do not even knowing how I came upon this Kingdom of mystic and magic. My body began to tingle with agentle warmth, somehow knowing that what I was about to give my heart to was of such urgency that not even fear of death would stop me from dedecating my life to the cause. I began to wonder if my new found companion would be feeling the same thing when suddenly a loud crash filled the air as an image of darkness surrounded by an invisible light appeared from no where, screaching obsenities at the High King about him being weak with his own fear to save what was left of goodness in all mankind and that mankind would be his to rule. The image then dissappeared as quickly as it appeared. Thoron then lowered his head and whispered,"we are running out of time if he has found us here."

By Sir Drunkalot

From where the image had once stood there came a minicale laughter. A laughter that only belongs to those gone mad, or worse yet, those gone sane! The voice then thundered from this voidful casm between space and time. I am Yzarc Dog (which is Crazy God in our parellel universe)and I have woke up on the wrong side of heaven this morning. Mankind is an ambonation and a conard of what its purpose was intended. Don't you see, I make you as an extention of me to

By Sharameah

The voice faded into a whisper and as the last echos circled the chamber sourrounding the King, Zambi and Revel... the words...fell into the silence... to allow you a last chance at redemption before the circle ends forever. In the silence that followed the Elf King rose to his feet, gesturing to both he lead them across the chamber to where against the chamber wall, there hung a marvelous silken tapestry of luminous shifting colors. Facing them, erect and regal, the King spoke.. 'you need not accept this Quest' unless in your hearts you are commited to make this journey as equal parts of a whole. Each of you brings precious knowledge and memories which will aid you, but only if you are sworn to protect and to preserve one to the other. Zambi's clear, blue catlike eyes widen in understanding. I swear I will protect and preserve Revel in all things and make the journey to achieve our Quest with a willing heart and soul. Turning to Revel, the King regarded him with questioning eyes. Revel was gazing at Zambi with recognition in his eyes, It is you...Chandra! But your Annalina too! And yet, I feel certain you are someone else, someone I know in the depths of my being How can this be so? Smiling Zambi Chandra-Annalina reached across the space between them and spoke... I am all and nothing, as you see me so I am. In the fullness of our journey all will be revealed...will you Revel make the pledge? Will you undertake the last Quest to restore mankind?

By David Hodgson

You say without thinking "I swear to protect and preserve Zambi in all things and make the journey to achieve our Quest with a willing heart and soul." The two of you are bathed in a golden glow of magical light and you feel yourself raising up off the floor drifitng up towards the ceiling. You look down but can see nothing beyond the glow. You turn and see Zambi with her head thrown back and eyes closed as if she is meditating. You bow your head slightly closing your eyes and descide to ride this expiriance out without fear of what will happen next.

By The Great All Knowing Customer Service Goddess

Then, quietly, almost silently, a voice from the past burns a terrifying message into your brain. OHMYGOD, somebody stole my monkey!

By Bianca

You look down, you look up, you look all around..and no sight of your monkey. With tears in your eyes you gallop upon your dragon into the desert.

By black mask

...and upon that dragon you gallop, gallop, gallop. then trot, then plod... endless hours into that desert of dreams, a hefty, jeweled sword by your side. As each paw plods along the sandy terrain you feel yourself growing weary.Throughout the day the off-white sky and egg colored sand dueled for monotony's sake, but as dusk approached you reeped the spoils, the sunset consumed the sky, red filling the horizon as though blood flowed out from the heavens and across this surreal canvas before you. You had never ventured through this realm before, but yet as you are bathed in the crimson glow of this glorious miracle all fear within you receeds. For if something this glorious can come from an oasis of nothing, truly miracles must exist. Light from darkness, water from sand and hope from an abyss of disapair. You dare raise your head in truimph, for the first time in ages, succumbing to this savage new ambition. With a passion inside, you grab your fine saber by the hilt, prod your faithful dragon and errupt into a gallop, bellowing, "I have found a monkey on this day indeed; that Iron Monkey within! And now I shall find my place in destiny!" With that you roared off into the sweet embrace of night...

By The Great All Knowing Customer Service Goddess

But...but....I thought my monkey went to Los Vegas? Is there egg-colored sand in Vegas? Maybe so. Maybe not. The fact still remains, though, this is a very nice dragon that I have here. It is a fine replacement for that monkey anyway.

By Dark_Angel

On a dark mournfull night i saw the moons glow as i have never seen before. It's beam was pure and it cast its light over the small town of ephaniy. All was quiet, except for the distant cries of the owl that pearched himself atop the highest tree near the old courtyard. The night was cold and bitter with a dusting of midnight frost. It looked as if tiny fairies painted each leaf and tree with their artwork. The steps to the old courtyard told of their age with each crack and broken fragments of stone that the weather had worn away. All was dark except for a small light that was kept on in the tower above for the town clock that kept time for the resdents of ephinay

By Dr. Ron

Then I snapped back to what suddenly became our reality. The reality that two must forget the pasts of all thier pasts that they both experienced countless times together and to only be present for the quest that they were to part take in. I looked into Zandi's eyes knowing my commitment this time was not of my own inner darkness of what was but to develop a commitment as one Magick to save what was mankinds last chance. Last chance to bring back the magick of the Earth and to heal her to her original state before the darkness enslaves her to only be raped for her natural riches which she provides to heal. Zandi felt his heart energy cross the room and caress her heart with a commitment to face what evr dark force awaited them on thier quest. The king then summened a couple High Elfs forward each carrying a chest. The chest was laid at there feet and as they knelt to open each the where in astonishment with what thier eyes looked upon.

By The Great All-Knowing Customer Service Goddess

Next, thankfully, they all proceeded to spelling and grammer class to learn, from the dark forces of evil, the right way to spell words like summoned and their. The great Customer Service Goddess shudders and smiles slightly thinking, "What great happiness it gives me to be such a perfect speller and grammatically correct being of light."

By Karson King

The first chest I open seemed to contain nothing. But with a closer look I realise it infact contained a sea of briliantly green colored water. Zandi said, “This is no ordinary water, it is magic water. Throw in your best weapon and it will become better, and you you will find that you will also become better at using it.” The first thing that came to my mind was my sword. I took it from my side and threw it in. I saw it hit the water and the water swallowed it. There was a shadow were my sword was thrown and soon a whirlpool was created. All the water was being pulled to the swirling magic. Soon all the water had been pulled to the center and there was a bright light. When my eyes adjusted to the light I saw a sword laying there, at the now visable bottom of the chest. This was not the sword I threw in... It was a new sword. The King said,"Your sword like you has been reborn. It now is a vessel that contains the great sea of magic." It was more beautiful than any other sword I have seen. It was much bigger than the sword I had before, too big to carry at ones side. So I put it on my back, bowed my head and thanked them for the gift. I then turned to the next chest and wondered if the next gift would be as great or greater than the first.

By Faeriethorn

The sword is becoming very heavy, too heavy for this traveler's weary hands. He casts about for a place to rest this sword, it is too precious to lay down anywhere except for a fitting resting place. A stand of dew-drenched ferns glistens across the way, shielding smooth grey stones from view. Tiny yellow flowers entwine the maidenhair ferns and wink through the dense green foliage. An imperious, grand maple reaches towards the stars and the lovely maidenhair ferns nestles right at its feet. Surely, this place would be guarded by good and gentle spirits; no one could dare harm or spirit away his sword whilst it rests here.

By Rossypops

As night fell over the land where he lay,an eerie creeping mist began to creep eeriely across the land where he lay as night fell. He slept so soundly that night, so soundly infact, that he did not hear the gentle rustling of the maidenhair, as it brushed across his mist moisened chest.

By S Walsh

with a start, I awoke, that is I regained reality and realized the power of the gift of the second chest. Invisble, yet all powerful, the gift of being where ever and whatever my mind imagined.. glancing towards Zambi I understood at once that she too had received the gift of turning thoughts into reality. Even as I watched, she began transforming, flowing from one form into another before my very eyes she became a magic, fairylike being wreathed in an aura of magic. Reaching out her hand, she grasped my hand in hers and spoke inside my mind, "We are ready now, it is time to begin. Where shall we set our foot upon the path?" In an instant, a vision of another place began to shimmer inside my head and within seconds we were standing together at the base of a huge, ancient oak. Reaching behind me I secured my magical sword, reassuring myself that it was still there.. for now it had become weightless, no longer a burden to carry. Where is this place? I asked Zambi, Tilting her head slightly she appeared to listen and then nodded. "We stand at a gateway and if we choose, may enter the land of Aforesight, where we will be able to see beforehand the outcome of any action we may choose to take or we may instead, elect to enter the land of Hindsight where only after our actions are taken shall we fully see the consequences. There are good and bad aspects to both choices and we may only choose one..How say you?

By Sherahmeah

Must I decide? Alone? Surely you have a say.. Oh Yes. Zambi smiled.. I only repeat the words as they were spoken, but I think we must both choose together.... Well, can it wait until after lunch?? I am perishingly starving...It has been atleast a dozen interludes and tudes since I was last offered anything substantial with which to fortify myself! And besides, I need to practice the skill of being whatever, whereever I can imagine, before we progress any further. This said, I plunked myself down at the foot of the Oak and began to envision a picnic lunch. Before Zambi could reply, I imagined her seated across the picnic cloth from me holding a flute of dom perigon. Spread before her were all her favorites... succulant shrimp,,smokey salmon slivers,cold chicken, creamy cheeses, crisp crostini, scones surrounded by little pots of Devon Cream and wild strawberry jam .."Oh my! Zambi giggled.. perhaps we do tend to take ourselves too seriously and now that you've mentioned it I am feeling a bit peckish too... I think we will both make a better decision after lunch and perhaps... a very, very small catnap? For a second, Zambi seemed to waiver as though melting into another form, the faintest glimmer of whiskers appeared, then disappeared from her face. Really Zambi, we both must practice this magic we now posess... It could be very unfortunate to melt into another form at a crucial moment. Nodding, with something that could have been described as a small purr, Zambi turned her attention to the platter of seafood.. Yes, practice, but first lunch.

By Jonz

They both sat eating and reveling in their own thoughts but careful not to imagine themselves in any other place. "Zambi," I said, "I think we can master this magic, and I know the key." "We can think of anything we wish and nothing will happen but once we say to ourselves it is so, it will be so." They put it to the test. Zambi wished for a cloak to keep her warm, nothing happened till she said the words "it is so." The cloak appeared imediatly. They had finally found the key to the magic they needed. They finished their meal, waved their hand and said together, "it is so," and the picnic disappeared. They smiled at each other and started their quest. He waved his hand over his sword to make it appear lighter and said, "it is so," picked up his sword and he and Zambi left in search of their new quest.

By alkeygs

in the receding lite of the day,with the sound of the ocean crashing against the rocks, our hero turns to his companion and dreams of their fate.As the myriadical oppurtunities present themselves our heros realises the power that he posses,without understanding.His companion looks at his eyes and realises what an awesome prescence she is near to without wanting to she steps back,awed at the prospect of a being so powerful a being that she,who has been alive since before the dawn of man would never have hoped to have seen again.Our hero having glimpsed his future and having had a brief touch of what he would become,regains control of his mind and the power that had cursed through him from that brief idea of his future,had subsided.He looked at the shape of his companion and thought of how true his promise to protect her had been.She who now looked at him with something akin to awe would be the force that completes his understanding of his potential,and the realisations of his creators dreams.He threw back his head and laughed.The sound rolling accross the oceans and the universe and through time,making all through existance people laugh,or cry.He turned to the tower and knowing that he would have the power to over come any adversary he strode towards the glowing structure.Filled with a light not seen by many mortal men.....

By gnuworldman

A moody, croaking growl booms forth from the direction of the tower. The sound humbles the Hero; it shakes the ground, his body and immediate need to hurry too much. No sound was ever so forboding. Most thinking beings would cry and gasp. Anxiety, dread and deadly curiosity fill the mind. He knows his next step is toward the sea of all the unknowns.

By wile1

Quietly like a slinking Tiger he moves toward the tower. His fate still unknown. His hands are clammy and his skin glistens with sweat. Steadily onward he moves. His mind thinking only of the uncertainy that awaits. Past the grasses and reeds he travels without making a sound, without moving a blade of grass. The tower looms in front him. It seems to call his name.

By hobgoblin

as he nears the door of the tower our hero's hand moves toward the broadsword at his side,taking comfort from it's heavy jeweled ornate hilt and it's razor sharp blade. he will have need of it before this day is over.

By mad nev

the door is locked, how to get in, what evil lie's beyond?

By jonz

Zambi and our hero look at each other and tells the door to open, "it is so" they say and the door swings wide. They creep inside not knowing what to expect. The room is huge and ornately furnished. They are tempted to sit and rest but are afraid to do so. Something tells them their magic won't work in here. Here they must use their wits and strength. They find a corridor and start walking down to the furthest door and quietly open it. There is no noise all around them is dead silence. They walk to the bed where a being seems to sleep. Zambi turns the being owver and immediatly jumps back. There lying on the bed is herself. She stands there looking, trying to figure out what to do next...

By Jack

The figure was the rotting corpse of Gorobei. It appeared as if he had taken his own life. "Fowl creature." As Zambie and our hero walk further down the corridor, they pass many statues and paintings when the corridor ends with two huge golden doors. They glance at each other and nod and appear in the the room beyond. The lighting in the room is very dim and there is a strange oder. A glowing figure hovers slowly twords them. The words "Death is only the begining" are sputtered from its mouth.

By toad

beyond the entrance, the stench only got stronger as a breeze blew through the opening. The strange figure appearing in the darkness of the doorway seemed to be beckoning our hero to enter further into the room. The sound of something popping arose from underfoot with each step.

By sugarbaby

Damn crunch berries that had been spilled on the ground, "he sighs". As they get closer to the strange figure glowing in the doorway, he could see the red glowing eyes of pure evil looking straight at him now. What would be his next move to go on past or to go the other way........He took his chance and went on past this evil that watched him as he walked on by. The smell even got stronger as he walk down the narrow path to the bright blueish light......Is this a dream or is this really happening???????

By sugarbaby

This was no dream! In the room with the bright blueish light there sat angels on the backs of the unicorns to help our hero out of the danger that he was now in, to take him to the place he was looking for...............

By hob

one of the angels called to him and said come for the journey will be long with much danger on the way. our hero mounted ont of the unicorns and prepaired for the journey ahead.

By nikki

The ride so far has been quiet and uneventful, along a path that seems to go on forever, with the darkness of an unknown forest up ahead drawing ever closer. You glance upward, and see the triple moons of Calleich hanging low in the sky. The smaller moon, Xixon, is a dark red, in contrast to the cool silvery light of its sisters Thira and Tamborr. You feel unsettled, somehow. The red moon reminds you of blood. You try to shake this cold creeping feeling as you draw closer to the woods. The trees are huge, reaching high up into the air with dark and twisted branches. The canopy is so thick that not much sunlight filters through, and pools of rapidly fading light are dotted here and there. You need to make camp soon, you think as you stop at the edge of the forest. A large boulder sits just to the right of the path. Strange black letters that you don't understand are carved deeply into the flat side of the rock. You give your unicorn a pat on the neck and slip off to investigate the stone further. You touch the smooth gray stone, noting that it is taller and much broader than you. It is worn and old, and you can only imagine the acient secrets it holds...You flatten a palm against it and lean closer to squint at the strange markings. What can they mean?

By Nathan

As the strange markings are starting to make sense, the evil Emperor struck you and fell to the ground. Soon after you awoke, there were two Libians standing there to help you up. After they helped you up, you realized that there is only one way to defeat your nemisis. To take the chance of risking your life to make her wish come true, the wish of a heart. He the realized that he had a big journey ahead of him. "Finding the Emperor will not an easy task" he said to the Libians. they replied, "are you hungry?"

By T J

he was, and there appeared before him a bountiful feast, being served by two beautiful, mostly-nude female creatures known as angorans...their long pure white hair flowed down their backs...their bodies were curvaceous and, where not covered with sheer, silky cloth, powdered with short fine hairs not unlike the fur of a rabbit...they both came to him, speaking to his mind with their own, urging him to partake of their nourishment...but first he had to know...he reached out and, ever so gently, placed one hand over the breast of each angoran...he moaned softly and mind-spoke to them..."you are so soft"...

By wile1

"And your eyes.... they seem so mysterious, so beckoning, so..but I mustn't look into them. I should turn away, I should run." The thoughts of confusion began to fill the heros head. His mind began to pull in two directions at the same time, should he stay should he go? Suddenly one of the angorans spoke......

By Karon Biggs

Do not be afarid, please sit down and pratake of the bountiful feast that has been prepared for you. No harm will come to you here. Our hero can not decide if he should sit down and eat, then he heard his stomach growling, which reminded him, he had not had anything to eat since two moons ago and he was hungry, the feast did look very inviting. Just as he was ready to sit and eat he heard the voice of the angel again warning him not to pratake of this feast.....it had been laced with a potion made of wild mushrooms, snake vemon(not of posion snakes) and the wild black rose that grows only in the swamps of the Ion tribe. He did not heed the warning of the angel that helped him a moon ago, escape the evil from the castle. He was so hungry, so he sat down to eat of the feast. The angoran with the coal black eyes brought him a gold tray filled with different foods, "here," she said with her mind in his, eat to your hearts desire, until you are no longer hungry. He began to eat, he suddenly started to feel very dizzy and sleepy.......Our hero is soon out like the redish-purple star that fell from the sky. As he sleeps he dreams of home and the woman that was to be his wife, two moons before he was ordered to find the evil Emperor who had taked the princess and to bring her back home safely. If he did not bring the princess home, he could never return home or he would be thrown to the manogiods, they would tear him apart and eat him alive. Not a pleasant way to die. When he awoke his sword with the magic pendant was gone......What am I do do now without my sword and the magic pendant?????????

By wolfie

He realised he could no longer rely on all things material and would need to conjure some other form of weaponry from his mind, after all he thought I have made it this far not with sword alone but with the wits and skill of my mind a