It appears that Fate is on a mission, for She too touched my dreams this night.

Out of a void of nothingness I heard her voice--a whisper, calling me--a power beckoning my soul to the Fire of Prophecy. From the fire She arose like a fog, engulfing my consciousness completely with Her being.

"Beware, Achaeans," Her voice echoed within me. "Beware, for evil knows no brotherhood. Guilds of Ashtan rejoice, Shallam has burned. Rejoice, as you are next. Evil will cry out in ecstasy at your wailing souls as Ashtan in flames becomes theirs alone. Evil has won, in can now dominate, for it has destroyed everything else. Beware, Achaeans. Evil will destroy your world."

I again found myself in a void, a weight of incredible loneliness pervading my being, a single atom of existence in an infinite sea of nothingness. "This is Achaea," Her voice shuddered painfully throughout my consciousness. "Evil has won, and completed its destruction. It has destroyed everything, and itself as well."

And as She spoke, the void began to close in upon me with a great, jealous hunger for completeness, my tiny being screaming silently as it passed beyond the realms of existence into oblivion. . .

I awoke with a start.

May you all find your destinies someday. May Evil never win.

Sincerely,

Echo

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Scarlatan, in the year 236 AF.