The Clandestine Saga

vating journey home to the horizon almost concluded. Though it was late November, the chill seemed to

e participants were masked, or perhaps their faces were contorted. They wound their way amongst the ghouls and specters. A parade of undead gamboled by, cla

he must become whole again at once. And then a vision of horror. Scarlet droplets turning to an endless flow. Disbelief overshado

remember exactly what she had been dreaming about, but she knew she had been sprinting i

go back to sleep. She glanced at the clock next to her bed. It was 3:00 AM. She felt chills climbing up her spine as she realized at this time tomorrow, she would be at the Eidolon Festival. Suddenly, she remembe

ecided not to disturb them, though she was sure neither of them would mind if she woke them up to discuss her trepidation. Nevertheless, it was in fact, just a dream. She finally withdrew her st