"Huh huh, o hoa hoa ho, wuli puli, yah uah..." The Mobian Troll laughed slightly, watching the fox dance in slow circles around his strange floor paintings and occasionally checking his crystal ball to see new snippets of the future, particularly the future of a certain skunk... Ixis stayed cloaked by the branches of trees, watching through his own Wizard orb. Merlin was by no means a fool and could often sense when he was being watched, but he was no match for Ixis Naugus' endless powers and abilities, no one was for that matter.
"Wahwah hulupula, ho ho wuli puli, ywa ywa..." the elderly fox stopped for a moment to gaze deeply into his orb, running his knarled fingers across the smooth surface, watching wide eyed as the figures moved below. He looked up suddenly, and Ixis nearly squeaked in surprise when their eyes met, and his heart just about stopped... if he had a heart.
"Walter," the fox breathed, and there was nothing the troll could do when the trees surrounding him transformed into a pitch black cave filled with horrifying sounds... sounds of dragons...
MUAUAUAUAU!
Geoffrey's feet crunched through fallen leaves and dead branches as he moved through the forest, kicking away rocks as he saw fit. "What is meant cannot be undone." He shivered, and wished he had brought a coat... but the shivers were not from the cold, for it was not cold. It was very warm... too warm. Perhaps he should have asked Lien to accompany him... He shook his head. No. He couldn't let her know that anything was wrong. "Nothing's wrong," he hissed through clenched teeth, shaking his head again. But there was, wasn't there? His dreams, his sleepless nights, they were all caused by something, something that wasn't entirely right. Something that wasn't entirely mortal...
"You're not entirely mortal..." He jumped and jerked his head up quickly, searching the trees as he whipped out his crossbow and readied a bolt. "Who's there!" he shouted, heart thundering in his ears. "Answer me now, fool!" But there was no answer, only silence, and he knew that whatever had spoken to him had no intention of answering him. Maybe whoever.. whatever had spoken was just in his mind... He shook his head. no. he was not crazy. Tired, maybe, weary, yes, but definitely not crazy. "Are you sure about that, boy?" He swung around, but still nothing. A voice laughed, and he couldn't tell where it was coming from... his head was pounding and he couldn't think straight. "You're not as sane as you'd like to think!" the voice spoke in a sing-song tune now, and it was taunting him.
"Just tell me who you are!" the skunk shouted, voice hoarse. His vision blurred, and he swayed slightly. "W-who, are.. you..." A figure emerged from the mist, except, there had been no mist... only clear, night air. Red... Red, clothed in dark material. A hand reached down and covered his eyes. "Sleep now boy..." it laughed again. "No... you're already asleep... asleep and dreaming. So wake, wake before the sun has risen..."