Dream of Apollo

Your vision blurs and a mist begins to drift about you, a thick swirling blanket of grey descends, ghostly tendrils reach out toward you. The darkness grows as you sink into a dream-like state.

All is dark, though your eyes are wide open and staring. Your whole body has a terrible weight pressing down upon you, it doesn't feel real and yet your knees buckle and your legs shake.

With supreme effort, you lift your hand in front of your face, but see nothing. The nightmarish darkness clings to you, presses upon you as though you are in the midst of an unseen and soundless crowd.

Seemingly from nowhere comes a ray of penetrating light that fills you with a surge of hope, darkness draws back, slowly at first and then with a rush, shadowy figures scurrying away like a pack of startled vermin.

Your vision returns with almost unreal intensity and clarity, and before you, smiling with reassurance, the figure of Apollo, the god of light.

"Fear not, my young friend", Apollo beams, "for the light shall always vanquish darkness if we are true to ourselves". You find yourself nodding inadequately. Apollo chuckles heartily, but not unkindly. Despite the terror you feel from the shadowy figures lurking with intent at the edge of the darkness surrounding this island of light, you can't help but feel the confidence exuding from this deity who stands amidst it all with a smile.

Apollo lays a friendly hand upon your shoulder and you are immediately aware that your surroundings have changed to the inside of a great temple, looking around you see many worshippers entering and leaving, the uplifting voice of a Bard in a song of determination and defiance encapsulates the atmosphere of the temple.

Apollo, the god of light says, "Light is all around us, but my order must be ever vigilant. For once this vigilance has failed us and only now do the people realise how much they have been protected in the past. For there are those that have plunged this whole land into what they hope will be everlasting shadow. They intend to enslave the good peoples of Avalon, but do not despair! The order of light has prepared even for this day and the game is not yet lost!".

Apollo waves his hand and the vision shifts. You are looking down from a great height upon a city square. It is unmistakably Mercinae, but it is somehow different, some of the buildings have changed, the people are unfamiliar and are dressed in a fashion from an age you do not recognise. Apollo is beside you, his manner is now serious as his will forces you to look again at the square below...(Click here to complete your dream)