I leap out of my physical body in werelion form. There are a circle of Dark Templar wraith surrounding me with glowing red eyes. They say something about wanting to talk, I respond with a mighty roar, grabbing the nearest Templar, and ripping his head off. I drop the body, and smash the head into the skull of the nearest living Templar. I cast a shield of protection over sleeping Winter and a battle ensues. I hear a sound like the ripping open of a mountain, and I see a tear in the fabric of time and space above me, and a portal forms. Raven flies out riding a black winged jaguar. She has two spiraling horns growing out of her head, and she is wielding a black staff with a wooden raven carved on the top. She roars like a lion, lifting her staff to the sky, and a thunderstorm spirals out of the staff. Lightning strikes her staff, and charges it. Raven multiplies into 256 copies of herself and flies around the battlefield attacking the Templars with lightning. Her laughter echoes off the mountains. I run with the speed of electrons ripping limbs off of our enemies. I hear another strange sound, like an earthquake, and I see Winter rise up, floating in a vertical position, eyes closed. Fairy wings sprout from her back, her eyes pop open and two white light beams shoot out. She grins deviously and says, "I'm a Dark Fairy!" She spins a white staff around, and slams it on the ground. Her pale skin becomes a dark violet, and her irises turn red. She flies madly through the battle, blowing icy bubbles which trap the Templars, and then shrink, crushing them into gooey messes of blood and ectoplasm. I then hear a rumble, like a sleeping dragon growling. A mountain moves, no, its a great green dragon. "MoSh?" "Hello brother. Long time no see." "Looks like you need help." The Templars attack MoSh, crawling over him like army ants. He roars in anger. I transform into a swarm of flying were-ants, and rip them limb from limb. The Templars form into a giant wraith, and I continue my swarm attack. MoSh breathes green acid on the creature, melting his armor, Raven shoots lightning at his eyeballs, and the red orbs fall out of his head, and go out. Winter freezes his hands, and they crumble and fall apart. Then a big cat paw comes out of the sky, smashing him like a housecat killing a mouse. Tigress? "Size is relative," she smiles from the sky. The battle is over. A cute litte fox runs to us, and drops strange red gems at our feet. "I stole these from the Templar demons!" he grins. "Pablo? Thank you, friend!" "Hmm... We should have these analyzed before we do anything with these," says Raven, putting the gems into glass jars. "Wow," I say. "Raven, is this real?" "Of course!" she laughs. I yawn, and everything fades to white.
I awake near a campfire on the ground. Raven is here, so is WinterFae, Roland, and some other people. Roland tells us what the zombie wolves are. As he tells us the story, we see the pictures in the smoke and in our minds. The zombie wolves are actually men. Men, Templars from other dimensions that became wraiths in their world, forever bound to the astral plane by killing themselves in order to induce a trauma to their soul and bind themselves to the twilight plane of the astral. They have animated the bodies of mutant wolves, half-dead in order to kidnap children and steal their dreams. The Wraith-Templars want everyone to stay on the astral plane and go no further when they sleep, for on the astral, the Templars can torture people and feed of their pain energy. I lean forward and reach for a firebrand. I stare at the flame on the end of the stick. I slowly put the flame close to my right hand. Raven shouts, "Nomad, you'll hurt yourself!" "I have to see!" I burn myself right where my RC tattoo is in Wakeworld. I cry out in pain, and toss the firebrand into the fire. "Nomad-Nyne, what are you doing?" cries WinterFae. "I have to see." I look at my hands. They look normal except for the burn, which is now blistering. I pinch my nose...can't breathe through it. I try to fly. I can't. I try to shoot fireballs. I can't. I pick up an empty can, toss it into the air, and throw a knife right into it with a loud clang. "...and we are all good shots..." echoes in my head. "This is real," I whisper, and faint. Raven catches me. I wake up some time later. Raven and WinterFae are looking over me. "This is real, isn't it?" "Yes, brother, this is real, this land, this ka-tet, this world. And the quicker you accept that, the quicker we can-" Roland raises his gun and points it at me- no- behind me. A bullet whizzed past my ear, and into the head of a strange templar-wraith. We look around. No one else, a scout. "Okay, friends, let's move!" Roland shouts. We quickly pack up camp, and move out from the woods to a cool desert plain.
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