Prelude

Written by: Caplock

Screams echoing in the darkness of the night. Flicker of flames clashing with the moon and stars as they engulf the huts. The Elven village Thali Bolandri was being over run by the orcish tribe lead by Snaga, Broken Skull.

The orc brutes were destroying the village, and its citizens. An orc ran down an Elven child, pushing him to the ground, burrying his axe into his back, blood splattering in his face, and letting out a war cry.

Mali jolted up right, sitting in her warm bed, in her home in Thali Bolandri. Sweat dripping down her pale skinned face. Her silver hair sparkling in the moon light.

Not again... she thought to herself as she got out of her bed and walked to her desk, opening a journal where she logs her dreams.

"This is the fourth time I've had this dream this month... It can't be real..." she recorded into her journal.

The following morning, Mali left her house early to head to the village's shop, which sold the only weapons and armor within miles. She has had these dreams for over a year. Her first dream saw her uncle attacked, murdered, and canabalized by a pack of werewolves in Thysaer Forest on the outskurts of Thali Bolandri... and three days after, the dream came true.

Then weeks following, she dreamed that the hunting party that set out to bring back boars for the village's anual feast were ambushed by orcs and murdered. If these dreams came true, then would our village be masacred? She wondered to herself.