Jim and Deanna marched north into Dekalamon's land. The change in the landscape was slow, but it was also drastic. The lush green hills slowly flatened out. The large trees that overhung the path were getting smaller and weaker. After a week of marching, most of the countryside started to have a very bleak appearance about it. The colors of the land around them became dull and very dark. Three days later, they reached what was known as Dekalamon's land. The grass was grey. The trees were dead. Clouds always filled the skies. Smoke could be seen rising off in the distance.
"What's that smoke up ahead?" Jim questioned.
"I don't know, let's go look," Deanna responed.
The two of them headed off towards the smoke. As they approached the sight, they could see the dark knights of Dekalamon riding away. As they came to the place, they were greeted by village laid in rubble. The wooden huts were burnt to the ground. Dead bodies were strewn across the town. Everything of value was destroyed and spread throughout the town. As Jim and Deanna searched the village they found no survivors and nothing of value. Strangely, most of the women were missing.
"There is nothing for us here. Let's continue north," Deanna told Jim.
Once again the pair headed north. After several days of travel, the two of them were in sight of the castle. They wanted to set up camp and set out for it in the morning. Jim and Deanna settled in to sleep. Jim, however, did not have a peaceful rest. His dreams were plaqued with dreams and nightmares of women being tortured and sexually mistreated. As he awoke from one such nightmare, he quickly noticed that...
Wed Aug 12 02:21:46 1998