THE ELDER

Suddenly Aramis awoke. His sheets felt irratating against his sweaty skin. The thoughts of this dream raced back through his head. What did it all mean? The image of a demon morphing into various people. The images of a wizard playing a acoustic guitar such as a street musician, but there was something different about this guitar. The image of the legendary Temple of the Ancients. And the final vision which awoke him of his beloved Michelle being tortured to death. Aramis tried to put it out of his mind. Then there was a sound. He jumped. He could have sworn he heard Michelle calling for help. He listened. But there was no more. Thoughts of the next day and what it may hold entered his mind. He thought of the long journey before them. The travel seemed a galaxy away. He tried to shake the thoughts from his head. He layed back down and dreamed once more. Again images began to fill his mind.....