Palinon blew gently on the remaining ember in the lantern until it grew slightly brighter. The flame revealed a desk, papers scattered about, an inkwell and quill in the corner. A shelf hung from the same wall that the desk leaned against. Palinon rotated the hanging lamp slightly, so it cast light upon the contents of the shelf. Many volumes of books were seen. Most had long gathered dust from their long lives there. His eyes passed over these and came upon a separate series of books. They each had a blue vein-like covers.
The book's themselves seemed to almost represent time. The further Palinon's eyes trailed to the right, the newer the books seemed to become. Those to the left appeared to be slightly aged, not by centuries, but certainly by many years.
He opened the lantern a bit more, so as to get a better view. Palinon took the oldest of the volumes, furthest to the left. With a sigh he sat at the desk, laying the book before him. He folded the front cover aside. Then Palinon flipped quickly through, briefly revealing much writing. From what he saw, it appeared that the style changed frequently showing that not just one author recorded this long history of a story..
Palinon flipped back to the first page. He hesitated for a moment, then began to read:

The small blades of grass swayed in the wind, the trees' branches rustling pleasantly. Sweet sounds of nature, birds chirping, the chatter of numerous creatures, was all that could be heard. All human life seemed to leave it undisturbed. He sighed in his sleep, letting the imaginary wind rush over him, the forest's sounds fill his ears.
His dream self blinked suddenly as the sounds slowly changed. The animals' voices turned into whispers, their words unclear. The unknown beings chanted, their tones growing deeper and deeper, eventually into a demon-like mutter.
His heart jumped as the forest's movement and sway suddenly froze like a living picture. The cheerful green color surrounding him faded leaving behind black and gray voids, shadows of their former selves. He felt his vision spun forward as if his eyes were wrenched from his body. The colorless forest spun him by, all but a gray blur to his sight. The phantom trees disappeared as he was swept into a small village. The vision's speed did not slow, so no proper images were spotted if there were any that existed.
The low buildings vanished, a featureless plain now rushing beneath him. His heart calmed only slightly as the movement slowed it's pace. It waited only long enough for him to see the ghost of a building. Then he was rushed within it, through the transparent doors. Down the hall, past door after door, he went. Shadows of unknown beings roamed the hall, walking mindless as if a person in slumber. Without halting, his sight spun around into one of the rooms. The gray and black coloring was burned away, leaping flames filling his vision. Though they were nonexistent, he felt the fire scorch his skin and eyes realistically. His ears were filled with the evil incantations, now louder than before. Blinking rapidly, he tried to peer through the rising smoke.
Then his vision cleared as if the flames leaped aside for his eyes' need. Fire had crept up behind him, blocking his exit. But that didn't occur to him, for his attention was directed elsewhere. Upon the wall across from him was a symbol formed by the burning peril, the flames flickering dangerously. The symbol was an eye, though belonging to know seen beast, it seemed to radiate unbelievable power and darkness.
He knew what it meant.

Rolin's eyes snapped open. With a gasp he sat up in his bed. Beads of sweat gathered on his forehead. The old man slowly stood up, his breath still coming in small raspy puffs. He walked to the window, running a hand through his white hair, trying to shake off the dream.
As his heart finally slowed to it's normal speed, Rolin leaned against the window sill. He sighed mournfully, letting his eyes rest on the landscape reaching out before him. It was still night.
The dream was a prophecy, an omen. He knew what it meant.
That land had stayed peaceful enough, small quarrels starting here and there, but this was different. Seers across the land would soon know, haunted by the same dream. Two sides, nonexistent before, would form.
Three, perhaps.
The peace would soon be broken.