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Silvery, moist mist swirled around the being's body,
the wet fog creating his dry shirt into a damp one. Though the moon did not shine, the warrior knew that it was sundown. He stared down at the ground, which appeared to be podzol instead of dirt and grass. An earpiercing scream of help came from the other side of the landscape. The man tried to help and find the victim, but as the yells died down, he knew the battle had been lost. [i]What is this place? [/i]"Only I know," a voice boomed. [i]Wha. . ? [/i]It once again boomed, "Answer me! Cry for mercy, as your village will! Give up, or suffer terror!
None shall survive! Death. . . Blood. . . Screa-" And the voice seemed to disappear
[size=10pt]as quick as it arrived.[/size]
[size=10pt]"Help!" Steve yelled. But as he looked around, he realized it had just been a nightmare. The warrior looked at his bed, wondering if it wasn't just a nightmare. . . [i]That's silly. You can't just go crying for mama when you have a bad dream. That's for babies. . . [/i]He shook his head and wondered out into his world. Outside, you would not [i]believe[/i] it. . . And neither did Steve.
TO BE CONTINUED . . .[/size]
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