Where do you begin a story
as old as time? In the middle, of course. We open our book to find the
start of a darkly forbidding magic ritual -- a summoning, betrayal, cunning,
and evil. A creature is summoned, though of what nature we know not of.
"It wasn't enough that (the
summoner) was an evil man, but he was a vain one, and presumptuous. . .
he desired notoriety among his peers, and he craved physical immortality."
We find that the summoners intended
to summon death -- and later, fascinated, we find that they summoned something
"It was not death.
Fascinated, we find that the
summoner had caught the Dream-king through his invocation! Imagine the
Dream-king, naked and trapped in a glass ball, helpless. He doesn't eat,
speak, or do anything but exist really. The impact of his imprisonment
was felt everywhere -- people started to fall asleep and never woke up
again. All because one man wanted to live forever.
"The Man in the circle was
dressed in black, his head hidden by a helm carved of bone and glass and
metal. Fires danced in the velvet darkness of His robe; around His neck
hung a preccious stone, a ruby; and by his side hung a leather pouch, drawn
tight at the top with cords.
The story begins.
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