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The moon hangs low this night. I can still hear the cries of the animals. Those poor creatures all up and down the Sacred Tree of Life. I can still feel the cold steel in my hand, the blood of the... fleas... My body has grown strong, my mind holding the knowledge of good and evil, magic still tingles in my fingertips, but something keeps crying out my name. A dark, forboding call it is. And at the same time, the sweet sound of music, the glorious flames of the funeral pyre, the soft liquid sounds of peace and eternal calm. I follow, blindly moving towards this call. The air around me crackles with energy, the ground seems to breathe below me. Nothing at all but the sound, the call, the slow and steady din of the drums of war. I open my eyes, a wall of clear stone, crystal formations reaching into a blue abyss above, and the blood stained earth at my feet. I peer into the wall of pure clean stone, an image within peering back at me. I see some form of myself. I stand naked, peering into the crystal clear abyss that stands before me, yet I see myself as I have never been. The form moves, drawing closer to me. I have walked the path of the cleric, my mace never more than an arm's length away, yet the being that is soon to be directly before me weilds a whip, strange markings on his face, and a the will to dominate all things. I see me step out of the Crystal Abyss. He reaches, his hand gripping mine with a force I could not expect. I feel a sudden jolt, my body being flung against the now solid face of the crystal wall. I fade into oblivion, the inky black abyss of sleep covering my eyes... I feel a strange pulling, as if I'm being penetrated from all directions, my mind seems to burst into a thousand tiny flames as new thoughts not my own fill my brain. I hear a thousand tiny whispers, a deep magic begins to stir within my soul. I gain the knowledge of things I would never have dreamed, then silence. I open my eyes, but I do not know where I am. All around me, I see and hear things that should be familiar, but my mind can not understand them. I rise, trying to make sence of this all, but in my mind, everything is jumbled, lost to the din of time. And I begin again, searching for everything I should know, everything I have forgotten. But as is with all things, the circle will only continue.