Author's note
To clarify things a bit, Brom was supposed to talk. Don't forget the world of Alagaesia is filled with magic, just a quick note. Thanks!
Ziahra Shur'tugal (a.k.a. The Muzikmagician)
Blurred visions swirled and stumbled in his subconscious. A blinding white light… then total darkness. Images of bodies, human by their appearance, were piled high before the dark gates, its dark spires stretching to the clouds. He could hear screaming, unearthly and full of horror. A low rumble filled his ear, drowning out the cries. Unable to identify its origin, the boy stumbled around crowed streets that were familiar, but foreign.
The rumble intensified, and fear engulfed his thoughts.
"Where is it? What is it? Stop it!"
The noise, for reasons unknown to him, put the boy to the brink of hysteria. The noise grew… and grew… and grew… and grew.
Suddenly, the young boy shot up, awakening from the horrible dream.
He was puzzled. Instead of awaking at the sandstone hills, he was in a moist room with dark, stained glass windows, all twelve of the showing a separate picture.
On the first, a tall man with blazing red hair and eyes was contorted in pain as a fierce, burning blade protruded from his breast. His lips were opened in a silent howl. The other windows had similar scenes of falling villains, swords clashing, and shields colliding. All were made with explicit detail, true masterpieces. But one caught the boy's eye.
The mood was different. The window had softer colors; blues, greens, and purples. There was a man and a woman, but the lady had pointed ears. They were standing in front of a giant city. The soil was dark black, as if made of stone. Then he noticed a large, red rose hanging in front of the city, twice as marvelous as civilization below. 'How can anything hang from the sky?' he silently pondered. Then he realized the background was black as well. They were inside a mountain. Dumfounded, the boy continued to study the window. Behind the man and woman, was a large blue animal. It had fangs that were unbelievably huge, and large, titanic wings. The animal fascinated him, and he wondered if such creatures actually existed. He had never ventured outside of the camp he had lived in, about two leagues west of Helgrind.
As he turned his gaze away from the windows, he thought the picture moved. Ever so slightly, the couple had moved together, and the animal had lowered its head. Discrediting himself, he continued to explore the small room. There were vials full of sparkling, fizzing liquids of all colors, bags full of strange pieces of wood and strings, and a quite convincing document that toads did not exist. A long thin stick was lying on the floor. The boy picked up the stick, and a wave of electricity shot through his muscles. A laugh filled the room as the boy violently twitched from the shock.
"I would put that down," the voice said. "It'll shock you again in about ten seconds if you don't."
Instantly dropping the stick, the boy turned around to see a young man, about 20 from the looks of him, standing in the doorway. He had wild, shoulder length, black hair, and dark green eyes. His dark complexion made it seem like he never went indoors. He wore a tattered shirt and frayed shorts that stopped about four inches above the knee. Over all, he was quite well built. He was muscular, but more tall and lean. When he smiled, his teeth were slightly pointed.
"Who are you!" the boy bellowed. "And where am I!"
"All will be explained," the man said. "But to ease your mind, you are in Teirm."
The boy gasped. 'Teirm! I really am far away from home.' Just then, the boy remembered the glass tomb, and the old man that said something. His stone!
He started frantically searching high and low as the man silently watched. "Is this what you are looking for?" He pulled the stone from behind his back and a sigh escaped from the boy's lips. "I thought so. But, before I give it to you, what is your name?"
The boy gulped as he dug through his memory in search of his name. All things from the night before until he reached the sandstone were clouded. He finally remembered his mother, or at least he thought it was his mother, singing him to sleep, then whispering his name. The man put down the stone as the boy recited his name. "Ziahra."
The man's eyes grew wide, as if he had seen a ghost. He glanced over to the window with the animal, and the stone cracked.
Author's Note
You should know who is in the first and last windows that I described. The second one isn't in the books, but it is obvious. And five guesses on what the man's name is, and what building in Teirm they are in. More will be explained in chapter 3. REVIEW PLEASE!
