Prologue

Achmed looked around, slightly apprehensive. He normally didn't dream, and so being in a dream state of mind scared him somewhat. He took in the sights and sounds of what appeared to be a form of basilica that surrounded him. There were no windows, or doors leading out to another place. Rows upon rows of wooden benches spanned the room, from the back to about 28 feet from the front of the massive area. In that space was an altar, with votive candles, lit and spread over the low silk-covered table there. Besides the candles, the table held a clear, silver-rimmed goblet of water, a small sack of salt, and a loaf of bread on a glass plate that matched the goblet.

You'll remember me as the west wind moves, upon the peaks of Canrif.

The voice seemed to come out of no where, singing the lines as melodically as his companion Rhapsody would have. He spun around, searching for the source of the song.

You'll forget the Sky, in her golden life, as we walk on paths of lore.

The voice was decidedly female, slightly high pitched, yet still pleasant. Achmed turned again, inspecting all corners of the room, before making his way to the front.

So she took her love, for to gaze a while, upon the fields of Seren.

The song was talking about Rhapsody herself, he realized, at least in part. When he reached the altar, he found a stool that matched the height of the table perfectly. He sat to listen to the rest of the song.

In his arms she fell as her hair came down, among the fields of green.
Will you stay with me, will you be my love
Among the peaks of Canrif?

The melody had changed from a sickenly romantic air to one of a more beseeching quality.

We'll forget the Sky, in her golden life
As we lie in caves untold
I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear on the days of past
We'll walk in fields of peace
We will walk in fields of peace

Achmed was startled to hear this voice proclaim peace, and the promise of forgetting the Sky. How does one do that, he wondered to himself as the voice hummed part of the tune. Rhapsody was not one to be forgotten.

Many years have passed, since those warlike days
Trapped in the walls of the Moot
See her children run as the sun goes down
Among the woods of Tyrian

The song was coming to end, the Snake King knew, although how he wasn't sure.

I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear on the days of past
We'll walk in fields of peace
We will walk in fields of peace
We'll walk in fields of peace
We will walk in fields of peace

As the last note dwindled into none-existence, Achmed stood, for there, on the other side of the room, a door appeared, and he very much wanted to get to the other side. The person that had sung the song was there, yet he had no idea how he knew that. He ran down the aisle between the benches, and reached out to open the door. . .