....The Wynd of Change....
You enter the swirling mist the entirely surrounds you. The utter wastelands seem to laugh at your plaight, and you grope around in the clouds for hours. Finally you sink to your knees. You have absalutly no hope of finding anything anywhere. "I'll die out here! Analia was right! The swirling mists ARE dangerous!" you exclaim, not realizing how silly you sound. "Well, I'll just...rest...." You lay down to sleep and slowly drift off....
When you wake up. the mists are partly evaporated. Sighing with relif, you notice a sign up ahead. You run...and run....and run...but it always seems far away. Too far. Finally you reach it. It is an old wooden board, covered with moss and dew. You scrape away some of the moss. The writing is on a very old piece of paper. It reads:
This is a realm of
nothingness. Leave now, or perish in the clouds. There is a something here or there, but it is dangerous. Leave, friend, leave to the land of the living! Why did you come? To seek the treasure? But riddle is this, for what you seek, is not located...
Here is is ripped. And you sigh, for you truly did want that treasure. But that be that, you turn to face still another sign.
Soon the nothingness will fade, and the earth will turn from gray to blue. Soon a creature long forgotten will come, and we will have peace anew. The creature is coming from the portal, the land of The Place of Sun!
Not knowing how anything could live in these wastelands, you shake your head and continue to look for an exit....aha! There it is! Right here!
