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Darkness shrouds us.

Darkness embraces us.

Darkness helps us.

Darkness Eternal.

1.

Erik awoke to find himself alone, on what seemed to be an island. As he stood up on the damp sand he felt the breeze cool his face. Everything seemed to be peaceful and calm unlike many of the other experiences. Walking towards the ocean, felt the waves splashing over his feet. He studied himself quickly to search for any signs of injury. The only thing he noticed was that he was nude on a beach in the middle of nowhere. Well not nowhere inparticually, he was asleep deep inside his own mind. Erik was what you would call "Mythical". Not one of those weird ones, which most "Mythical" beings are interpreted for, like elves and pixies. The dont exist, execpt in ones imagination. Erik is know as a Dreamweaver, a "Mythical" being that lives partially in reality and partially in the mind.
There was probaly a name which made more sense but no one thought to think of one.

Anyway most Dreamweavers can locate and experience the future when inside theirs or someone elses dreams allowing them know all of what happens in life. Turning most of them into twats. Erik however Is not. He is more of a quite kill everything type. The type of person who will kill you in your dreams. An he is not in any shape of form releated to Freddy Kruger. He is a assassin and one of the best. Thats all people need to know.

On the beach however Erik was getting himself dressed wishing that the narrator would stop talking. Erik pulled on his coat and walked into the jungle around him. He looked back just to see the sky turn black and the ocean turn red. Wiping his eyes everything returned to what was deemed as normal. Looking foward he wandered into the jungle.

"Things just got intresting." He said to himself walking.

Back in reality, around the English coast, a highly cliched about to start between a group of "Mythical" beings. These beings lead by Edvard, a Conjurer of sorts. Edvard was the type of guy you wouldn't trust with your shoe let alone your life. He was well know in the overworld as the leader of a Mythical gang know as the Core. The Core are a group of zealots who follow Edvards every whim. They believe that the mortals E.G us are inferior and should be destroyed. The lieutenants of the followed Edvard up to a blocked up stone gate with two 10ft statues infront. On casting a quick spell the staues moved apart and Edvard stepped past them thorough the wall and down the yellow brick path. Well not that last bit but who cares right. As they walked down what now seemed to be and underground alley way they came to a door which was oppend by a Core grunt inside. The important lot headed inside and sat at a large rectangular table ready for the discussion of their next evil scheme.

Darkness filled the room as the door closed and Edvard started to speak.

Continued soon.