Mellthorn were exploring the mountains in a cold morning, many hours had passed. Mellthorn was always walking and climbing. A strange road appeared in the middle of nothing, he was in a top of 2 twin mountains... he followed the road and find an entrance.

The entrance rose up, a forbidding structure, which seemed to symbolize the real meaning of danger. It was intriguing though, and Mellthorn could not resist the temptation to discover what lay beyond the gate. Perhaps there were secrets, which no one had yet learned of, or maybe strange magic that had not yet been explored. The possibilities seemed endless.

The place was obviously empty, not a creature stirred within the range of Mellthorn's vision. The place was soundless of everything except the voice of the wing, which seemed to be challenging Mellthorn to empty. He was breathing fast, obviously unnerved by the mere presence of such a power. At the moment, he was very aware of the amount that seemed to linger here.

It seemed very doubtful that any creature could manage to reach the centre of such a place, but Mellthorn felt that he just had to try. With a slight hesitation, he prepared himself for what could be inside. With a deep breath, he had persuaded himself to enter.

As he slowly came through the entrance, he noticed a strange feeling permeating inside him, as if a divine presence was nudging him forward. A single tear rolled down from his eye, wondering why such a being would even pay the slightest intention to him. Perhaps it was important entering there for something to discover about his unknown family, though the idea seemed almost impossible to him. A very profound idea indeed!

As he began travelling he noticed the strange colouring of the hedges. He could not help but find such a thing odd, and fascinating. He submitted without much of a fight to his curiosity, touching the one nearest to him. Instantly he jerked his finger back, attempting to squeeze out some of the blood. Then he left it alone, cursing himself while he started walking away.

He grew tired as he walked, and eventually came to the conclusion that he should take a rest. The thought wasn't very welcome, but he had little strength remaining. Succumbing to his sleepiness, he sunk down to the ground, resting his eyes for a few moments. Before he realized what had happened, he was asleep.

Virann had followed the same path as Mellthorn, only an hour or so later. He had heard many mysteries about the mountains in a few taverns, and decided to see if any treasures could be found. He hiked carefully up a cracking path near the edge, a hand on the mountain wall for balance. At the top of the dangerous path was the mouth of some sort of building, a looming threatening entrance, waves of fear and forboding seemed to somehow be radiating from the stone around it. Curiousity overcame his fear, and he stepped warily into the hole.

As he followed this new path, the hedges seemed to give off a sense of danger beyond the entrance itself. Not even curiousity could tempt Virann into placign a hand on them, and he walked on, staying as close to the center of the path as possible. One obstacle would force him to stop, a half-elf sleeping in the middle of the path. Virann squatted down, balancing on the balls of his feet, next to the human-elf hybrid. He waited for him to wake, maybe he knew where and why they were there.

(sorry bout the smallness and ungoodness, I was in a hurry. Gotta go.)

War…
We shall name it Great.
Great?
…the war to end all wars.
How?
Unstoppable… it shall be.

…time to leave.
No other choice…
They’ll all die… die…
…end the fighting…
Never…surrender … never
…the end of the world…
Don’t…cry…stop…
…Cleanse… destroy…burn…
Coward.
Coward.
Leave.
Coward.

“No!”

Mellthorn jolted up from the slumber he had found himself lost in, a cold sweat breaking out upon his forehead. His breathing was ragged, his heart beating wildly as he blinked desperate to adjust himself to the darkness of the world around him. Eventually his mind registered that he was in the Life Temple, asleep upon him the plush grass mat he normally rested on.

The Great War… how long had it been, and still there was the occasional nightmare? He shuddered at the memories, allowing the chill to pass before standing. There would be no more sleep tonight.

He left the Temple in haste, knowing where he was going even without thinking about the destination. He called his horse, Aven, to his side, and mounted swiftly. It was not long before they were on their way.

They approached the hilly knoll that overlooked the Great War Memorial just as the sun began to hed it’s light across the night sky. Stars still danced and the moon still shimmered, but already the golden oranges of the sunrise were collecting in the navy heavens.
Aven halted his gallop on the top of the hill, knowing without having to be told that this was where they would spend the daybreak. The connection the Celestial and horse held went deeper then words. Mellthorn dismounted, not worried about a graceful descent. His gaze was already locked on the sight in the distance, the majestic looking wall stretching across the horizon as far as the earth would allow before disappearing behind the hills.

He stood there in silence for many minutes, his hair being pulled back by the fingers of the wind, although he did not seem to notice or mind. His breathing had slowed, pulled in and pushed out in a slow, tranquil pace. His eyes slipped close as the images returned… images that were both filled with pain and with rebirth. Grief from the war. Love for the peace. . And suddenly the earth shacked and Mellthorn looks down he noticed that his boots were black and when he looks up he sees a huge war in the planice… waves of flames arrows flying in the air, scream, the magic fierce in the air… but in that moment he looks to his right a woman with a baby and a sword in the other hand fighting against the dark elves… when a dragon flies upon them and attack against the men and the wood elves, I was with a gold elven bow prepared to battle when the woman said “We must go we will never win this battle, the dark and fire dragons had joined the dark elves and orcs we must retreat! Or our baby Mellthorn will die.”


“UUUUUUHHGGFFHH” Mellthorn wakened from his dream…. Mellthorn was so confused right now… “My father, my mother…!” Mellthorn looks to Virann “What?!?!… Oh yeh I almost forget that you had come with me.” Mellthorn looks to his brown boots.

Virann grabbed Mellthorn's hand and helped him up. "Bad dream? Whatever it was, don't worry. Dreams aren't real, just a jumble of thoughts. No sense lingering on them. Come on, do you know what this place is?" Virann stepped farther down the path, observing the ground, which seemed a darker hue of brown than what's normally found in the mountains. "This place just doesn't seem right, like it's not natural."

Mellthorn was really tired, strange because he had rested!
"Dreams are our unconscious talking with us! I respect your idea of dreams... Everyone must have some believes."
Mellthorn was not anymore interested in the cavern but in the other way something in side of him tells him to enter. “No I don’t know what its inside, I don’t know why we are here…” Mellthorn looks to the sky looking for something, for signals!
“Are you coming with me? I will enter…” And Mellthorn waited for his answer.