the crescent power

The coming of a warrior

It was close to six in the morning. Sloane had just gotten out of bed like every morning to feed the chickens and let the cows out of the stable.

Finally he could start practicing his bow shooting before his grandparents came out of bed. What he didn't know is that that day everything would change as the carnival arrived in Town. Nobody in town had ever seen the carnival. They had heard some amazing story's when they where of to sell their farm products on the big city market. All the children ran outside after the first sight of the bearded lady and the man that could with the hands on fire.

Sloane saw the old blind lady and instantly felt regret for her. She was seen as a freak and no one even dared to walk to her. She said there all alone drinking her black tea made with the herbs she found in places they traveled.

Sloane walked right to her and sat down in the grass. The old lady noticing his presence made him a cup of tea.

Come here my boy and sit in this chair and please drink some tea with me. Sloane stood up end sat down again on the barrel to drink his tea.

"My name is Sloane." He said "why are you sitting here all alone?" "Here in the carnival people call me Momma Kay. But I'm not alone now, at least not with you sitting here right besides me."

Sloane blushed a little. Momma Kay asked him "Would you maybe be interested in having your future read?" Sloane who always was a great fan of magic tricks laid his hands on the table. Momma Kay took his hands and closed her white eyes.

What she saw was unimaginable she saw the boy from her dreams, the boy who she made the sword for bound with her own blood to protect him against evil.

Sloan got scared from the way she looked at him and pulled back his hands and fell of the barrel. After that he fell asleep by one of Momma Kay's magic spells.

He dreamed of a great white castle. The castle was named hrakkar it meant White Lion. The castle gained it's name thanks to the gargoyles on the roof, shaped as a white cherub lion. He entered the giant hallways together with a girl, she had hair of pure silver, her hair reached almost at the center of her back. Wearing a golden cloak made of the finest silk and holding a staff made off very old oak wood with layed in blue sapphires they walked up to an mirror where he finally saw himself. He looked like a real hero. An armor made of pure gold and a sword made of the strongest metal that exists pure silver forged in the fire of one of the holly dragons and a blue sapphire on top of it. But his skin it scared him deeply. He was covered in those weird blue tattoo's of weird symbols he didn't understand. He walked with the girl up to the balcony where they could here the exultancy of the people. They raised their sword and staff and that very second his tattoo's and their sapphires started to bring out the most radiant light anyone had ever seen.

A few seconds in that radiant light and he woke up back in his own home town, he saw his normal clothes and thought it was only just a dream until he saw that sword lying there on the table.

He reached out his arms and lifted up the sword. at that same moment he saw his arm covered with those weird symbols and dropped the sword. Yelling he ran to the river bank trying to was it all of. While he was undressing himself he found that the symbols where literally on his whole body. He was rubbing over the strange markers with a old piece of cloth that was hanging over a branch. No mater how hard he tried to rub the strange markings of they looked like they would stay on his body permanent

. While Momma Kay finally cought up with him she tried to explane him what happened to him and what the tattoo's on his body meant. Momma Kay said, "I can explain everything that happened to you. You went in a form of lucid dreaming something not everyone is able to, and in that dream you have seen the future. That girl is your destined one the two of you will have to be able to save the world from the evil that is lurking in the shadows. I almost forgot about the tattoo's. It's an ancient language, the language of the dragons there are only a few left of them and even fewer that can speak the language of the holy dragons."