A large head appears floating before me.  The face of a man I have never seen before.  It beckons me.
"Come," he says softly, "come join us."

I'm frozen in fear.  I don't know what to do.  "Come," he says again.  Flames appear behind the head, and
I realized that his hair is on fire.  "Come to us."

Then I hear a woman's voice although I see no woman.  "You must come" she says.  The man's flesh
begins to drip, his face is melting from the heat.

"Come!" he screams in agony.  The woman's voice joins him, "Come join us!" they both yell.  I scream in
fear.

"Come!" they yell one last time, before the face disappears, and everything is silent once again.

Then I see something in the distance.  I can't tell what it is.  My vision is blurry.  I wipe the sweat from
my eyes, but it doesn't help.  Whatever it is, it comes closer, and closer.  It looks something like a huge
castle, but it's still blurry.  My eyes can't seem to focus on it.  It gets bigger and bigger as it gets closer.
It seems to be flying at me at a great speed.

I begin to fear that it will crash into me.  It's seems to be only a few hundred feet away, and still getting
closer.  I cover my eyes, and attempt to prepare myself for a great blow.  I open my eyes a few seconds
later, and it is gone.

And then, I wake up.  I'm laying in my bed, drenched in sweat.  It was only a dream.  But it was too real,
too vivid.  I know it must have ment something, because I haven't dremt in years.  Ever since my father
died.  Leaving me here alone.

I realize I must find out what the dream ment.  I get out of bed, and get dressed quickly.  The sweat
causes my cloths to stick to me, but I pay no attention to it.  I exit my room, and run down the steps to the
first floor.

It seems like I run forever, I had never realized how large the castle was. Although I always noticed how
empty it was.

I head straight to the library.  A vast room, filled from top to bottom with volumes and volumes of books.
Nearly all of which I have read over the years.  But now, I was looking for one in particular.  I search the
room, throwing books from the shelves until I find it.

A large, black, leather-bound tome.  A strange symbol embossed in the cover.  My fingers trace the
symbol: three ovals with horns.  I grasp the book tightly and go to my father's study, the most empty
room I can think of.

I enter the study, it's almost completely empty, except for a large chair, and a desk.  I lay the book on the
dust-covered desk, and begin looking through the drawers.  I had never looked in the desk before.  I
don't find anything of interest at first, just papers, pens, and an assortment of books.

But then then I find something peculiar.  Something wrapped in a cloth. Several somethings.  I unwrap it,
and find several sticks of coal-black chalk.  I know what they're for, and I also realize what my father was
doing all those long hours he spent in this room.

I set the chalk aside, sit in the chair, and begin to re-read the large tome. After hours of reading, I finally
finish, and I believe that I'm prepared.  I lay the tome in the middle of the room, and take the chalk.

I start.  Hour after hour, I work, drawing intricate symbols on the floor and the walls, as high as I can
reach.  Symbols and words.  Runic words I can't even begin to comprehend.  But finally I finish.  The
walls are caked in black chalk, and it is time for me to begin.

I open the tome, and sit cross-legged in the center of the room.  I read the words from the tome.  I chant
the words aloud and I can feel a slight breeze.  I continue.  The wind builds until I near the end, and the
pages of the book are flapping, and I'm practicly blown from my position.  As I finish the chant, there is a
bright flash causing me to shut my eyes.

When I re-open them, a great figure stands before me.  A large demonic creature.  I am frightened, but I
do not show it.  I begin to speak, but it stops me.

"You need not tell me what you want," it's voice booms through the empty room.  It speaks no language
I'm farmiliar with, but I understand every word. "I know you have summoned me about your dream.  You
were right.  It is of great importance.  You must follow the dream.  Follow the voices.  They will tell you
where to go."

"What voices?" I tried to ask, but he stoped me with a wave of his hand.

"Follow the voices," he said again, "They will tell you where to go."  With that, he touched my forehead
with two fingers, and disappeared.

I sit and wonder who They are, until they spoke to me.  I heard Them from the inside of my head, echoing
through my mind.  "Go... We must go... Now."

I leave the castle, and I take nothing with me.  I follow the voices.  I walk for days and days.  I listen to
the voices.  "West," They tell me, and I head west.  "North," They say, and I go north.

For days I eat nothing, and I sleep not at all.  I just walk.  "We're getting close," They tell me, and I
begin to feel relieved.  I walk through the night, and then I realize that the sun should have come up, but it
never did. I notice that stars seem to disappear, and I can't see the moon, but the voices compel me to
continue walking.

And then I see it.  The large castle from my dream.  But it is not a castle, it is a citadel.  A dark, looming
citadel.  "There it is," They tell me, "we'll be home soon enough."

I run.  I run to the citidel.  It gets larger as I approch, looming over the surrounding forrest.  I finally stop
as I get to a clearing around the citadel, a large skull above the gate, and a banner flying overhead.

"We are home!" the voices scream.  And that is the last I hear as I collapse of hunger and exaustion.