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A Voice
As Gard walked through the tower, thoughts began to go through his head. Thoughts of the dreams he dreamt. Yes, even at his age he dreamt when he slept. Dreaming of a name… Hecvia… The witch that was said to have cursed Procyon with his bloodlust! In a way, it was she who had killed him.
That name Gard had learned sometime after Procyon's death yet never had he told anyone about it. He always had his ears open, listening for talk of Hecvia. He would find her… And he would make her pay. There was no telling what other people she had cursed. Hecvia was a danger to all the world!
"Free me!" A voice! Didn't sound like any voice Gard knew. The accent… Each race had an accent of their own but that didn't stop someone of a certain race taking on the accent of another. The accent of this voice, Gard had only known one other who had an accent like that! Mumm-Ra! But this could not have been Mumm-Ra! The accent was like his yet the voice was different altogether! "Stranger… Free me! I have been here far too long! Free not my body but spirit!"
"Where are you?"
"Far above the ground at the very top of the tower!"
"How do you know I am here?"
"We who could be divinities but are not have some fantastic abilities!"
That was answer enough. Gard knew Mumm-Ra to have quite the abilities. Even Evabon who were great of strength and speed, no matter how much one could work against them, could seem like gods or monsters to one who has never met an Evabon.
Following a staircase, Gard came to a door. No doubt there was the owner of the mysterious voice behind that door! Walking forward to open it, the Old Savage hesitated.
What if there was some sort of enchantment on this tower? To trap people who came here? Perhaps the voice was an illusion.
There was no truth in illusions.
"This is no illusion stranger! Enter and know who I am!"
Enter Gard did. What he saw in that room, defied description!