StuartLohe

Wake up. Listen. Those words nudged themselves into his sleepy mind and floated there, whispering and chiming. He opened his eyes with a start and yet felt that he hadn't opened them. "A dream," he muttered and tried to close his eyes and go back to sleep, that sweet dark abyss denying the thoughts wich had been troubling him lately. A dream, the voice agreed. And yet, reality. There's something you have to do, Ashar. "What," whispered the fire-spirit, anxious that he might awaken his master sleeping beside him. There is a man, a man you have to give a gift to. Youth's expression was so bewildered, that the voice in his mind giggled li