Well- I completely re-wrote the entire first chapter- there's definitely going to have to be some changes in the rest now. It seems like this entire process is like muckin' around with a car. You Fluck with the one part of it you gotta fluck with the rest. J Anyway, I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm sorta starting from scratch. Don't worry it's the same story. I gave Conch and overhaul. The whole snob thing wasn't working for her. So she's um… well you'll see. Spade and Merkaydi are basically the same only Merkaydi is not shy. He's just a word miser. There is a difference. 0.o I dunno- I thought I should warn you. *Big Booming Voice CONSIDER YOURSELF WARNED ALL THOSE WHO HAVE READ THE PREVIOUS TWISTED FATE!

For the rest of you who are just now reading my story: Well thanks for choosing my story to read, and no my author notes are not usually long, and yes I would like reviews, and yes I do review those who review me. Feel free to ask anything in your reviews cause I'll answer it in the next chapter. Ok, I'll shut up now. I love you all.

Dreams – the stuff reality is made of. Most people believe it's the other way around; that reality impacts your dreams. That is not so. If God truly did create the universe – this world – surely He (or she – it perhaps?) had to of Dreamed of creating the world before He actually did it.

Oh the power Dreams can hold. It was a dream of freedom that led the puritans to the 'New World'. It was a Dream that caused the emperor of Cynithia to become so paranoid that his empire collapsed while he was busy looking over his shoulder. It was the Dream of a boy that rebuilt Cynithia.

Do you see? The Dream causes an action and the action causes a reaction that causes something else to happen, and these chains of events tend to set forth a Vision for those who can see it.

Ah- how well versed I am in the realm of Vision.

It is my talent.

My gift.

My Burden.

It is immutable; why weep?

I wander.

Vision is merely a guess at the ending. Granted the guess is accurate, but then a variable can always enter to change the end result. Time and again I have Seen a hypothesis put forth and seen the end transmute into something else altogether.

Normally I can differentiate between a Dream and a Vision is as easily as the average person can differentiate between red and blue. This time is different. This time what I am Seeing is somewhere between a Vision and a Dream, and that makes me uneasy. What ever it is that I have been Seeing for the past three nights – it feels important, and it always begins the same way.

I'm trying to see though a fog. I can see silhouettes in front of me. Slowly the clash of armor and weaponry echo towards my ears, and there is yelling, and screams. Just as I realize that what I am seeing is a battle, the image freezes in place, slowly fragments, and then abruptly shatters like glass. The shards spin away from me and then there is nothing but the darkness. My mother's voice speaks to me across this darkness, comforting and soft. She recites and old lesson to me.

"There are five elements, love. Air, Water, Fire, Earth, and Soul. There are four directions, North, South, East, and West. How do you get five to correspond with four?"

I answer but I do not hear my voice, 'Divide the fifth.'

"That's right, love. That's right."

Light returns as my mother's voice fades. I'm in an indescribably large cavern, and I realize that something should be in here, trapped. The cavern is empty. Four symbols smolder into existence just as coals smolder when blown upon. Vish, LaLun, Seln, and Awnk. All runes glow brightly, except for LaLun. LaLun almost looks as if it is slowly flickering – dying. The sight of the empty prison and the broken symbol rouses some deep and nameless fear within me.

Then I awaken, sweaty and cold. I pull my blankets closer around me, but they provide no comfort.