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voice trembling.
    The light from Brother Willim disappears and
James glances back at him. “It’s gone now,” the brother says.
Looking around the camp, he finds they are the only ones awake.
    “You okay?” he asks his friend.
    “It was just a dream,” he finally breathes.
That’s when he notices James has hold of his arm.
    “Sorry,” apologizes James as he releases his
arm, “you were thrashing about.”
    “What was the dream?” asks Brother Willim.
James can detect a slight seriousness in his voice.
    Taking a deep breath he says, “I was running
through a shattered city.” Looking to James he says, “That’s the
best way I can describe it.”
    James nods and says, “Go on.”
    “Well, something was after me though I never
saw it,” he says. “I just knew. I raced through the broken
buildings toward a bright shining light. When I finally got there I
found that it was a temple, shining forth with a light that eased
my fears.”
    “Then, my fear returned stronger than
before. I looked around but couldn’t find the cause of the feeling.
Then, the light coming from the temple began to dim. Blackness
started to ooze up from the ground, and where it touched the stones
of the temple, the stones darkened until finally turning black.” He
looks at them, eyes wide with remembered fear.
    “The further up the walls of the temple the
darkness climbed, so rose my fear. Just before it completely
consumed the entire temple, you woke me.” He sits there a moment in
silence then turns again to James. “It seemed so real.”
    “It may have been more than a normal dream,”
states Brother Willim. “There was something while you dreamt,
something from elsewhere.” When James looks at him questioningly,
he adds, “I can’t really explain it better than that. I feared it
may have been a return of the shadows but it felt different.”
    “But what could it mean?” he asks glancing
first to Brother Willim then back to James.
    “I don’t know,” admits James. “But the way
you were acting can’t be good.”
    “Dreams are often sendings from the gods,”
Brother Willim says. Then to James, “The more closely you deal with
them, the more likely they will touch you that way.”
    “Could my dream have been a message from
Morcyth?” Miko asks. “From an actual god?”
    Shrugging, Brother Willim says, “Perhaps.
However, it’s been suggested in theological circles that when you
grow closer to one god, you also become closer to others.” He can
see the confusion on Miko’s face at that. “Let me put it to you
this way. In a city there are various districts, the rich,
merchant’s, poor sector, so forth. You follow me so far?”
    Miko nods his head though still looks a bit
lost.
    “Okay, say you go to visit someone where the
rich and affluent live. When you go there, you are also in closer
proximity to the others that live there too. And thus, they are
able to reach you better. Does that help?”
    “Not really,” he replies.
    “I think I understand,” says James. “The
more you interact with one, the more likely you can be reached by
another.”
    Nodding, Brother Willim says, “Yes. But it
is only a theory, though a favored one.”
    “So who sent this dream to me?” asks
Miko.
    “We don’t know,” replies Brother Willim.
“All we do know is that it is more than just a dream and thus
should not be dismissed lightly.”
    James sits there in thought for a moment
then says, “I would guess the temple you saw, the one emitting
light represents Morcyth. Either a specific temple or the religion
in general.”
    “That would make sense,” agrees Brother
Willim. “Seeing as how closely you are tied to Morcyth.”
    “Then the darkness…?” he asks.
    “Is something threatening its very existence
I would think,” Brother Willim says. “Considering the way you
reacted.”
    James can see the worry on his friends face.
“We’re not going to figure this out tonight,” he says. “Let’s all
try to get