The Elderien Chronicles

The dream of Alastair

Alastair's eyes slowly opened as the terrible headache he was feeling slowly wavered. For a moment, his vision was darkened and he could barely see, no he could not see at all. He stood in the empty space of nothingness, listening to his breath as his chest heaved up and down.

What was the last thing he remembered?

He could not even think. He tried to pull his thoughts back but all that came to him was the same pitch-black darkness. It was like something was clouding his mind, and whatever it was, Alastair was sure to find out.

He took a step forward, and that was when the world around him took a drastic turn. He could see the darkness slowly rearranging itself, gaining light, little by little, like a new world was being formed. He stood where he was and pondered on what he knew.

It was the ethereal realm, it had to be. And only Asmodeus could do that right? Pull him from his consciousness into a dream. Only Asmodeus had that effect on him. Sorcerers could do it but he was certain non