• The rain fell from the sky like the tears of the gods as i lay there on my back, bleeding. My foe, a middle aged man who wore a faded old cloak that clung to his battered body. Slowly he approached me, grinning with hellish delight. As i lay there, hoping for escape, i recognized that glimmer in his eyes, twas madness. Cackling madly the man drew his blade and held it up to the sky, as if he were in awe of its existence. His progress seemed slow, but the slowness of time may have been imagined. Thunder rolled through out the heavens, roaring ferociously. As the man reached me his grin widened "one is lost, another asleep and the last is about die" he called in a sing-song voice. (to be continued)