Island of Rodarea I
Chapter 1: Ominous Rumblings It all began just two afternoons ago. The dream was the same, almost as if a machine was repeatedly playing it day after day. And this was the third day. And again the dream came. Again, the man dressed in the purest of whites stood in front of him. Prothal was in a place of the brightest of lights. He was standing on…nothing. All about him stretched forth a vast expanse of nothingness, all brighter than the sun. The man bowed to him, and spoke, “Greetings, oh appointed one of the One-Who-Cannot-Be-Named!” He looked up – his eight-foot stature looming over Prothal. He looked serious as he continued, “I have seen great terrors and great evil coming from the north, my brother – look yonder!” It seemed like the place about him was transformed into a different land. It was ominous and dark. Lightning flashed across the sky at regular intervals, and the landscape was parched and rocky, seemingly devoid of life. Then he heard rumblings. Rumblings as of an earth...