<span style="font-weight: bold">The figure smiles kindly at you Jon, leaning in her lips so close to his own, â€œI knew you would come for meâ€ she whispered before she kissed him, sending a bit of her power into him which would help to make him forget. Forget about his friends and why he was there, focusing on her and her alone. When the kiss ends she rests her forehead against your own then the lake beneath the pair of you opens, looking like a tube section of water was just suddenly removed. â€œCome with me my love and lets remember the past togetherâ€ she whispered to you as you both slowly descend into the waiting lake. Once below the surface it closes up leaving nothing but a calm still lake as it was before....</span><br/><br/><br/>The small creature shrieks as it pulls back from Jason, fear covering its features as it cowered before him. â€œPlease....don't be mad at me Master Jason. You know that Tima would never hurt you or lie to you....please...â€ the small creature pleaded with him. When the tension settled in the group the tiny creature who has thus named itself Tima took the time to sit. There was groaning and the popping and grinding of what one could describe as bone against bone, making it rather obvious that it caused it a considerable amount of discomfort to sit.<br/><br/>â€œMy Masters you are far more confused then you should be...even given the spell here....â€ it sighed setting the lantern down on the ground before itself.<br/><br/><br/>â€œYou are the Masters of this realm, of this world. Foretold by the prophets to come and bring light back into our world of darkness....â€ it began softly.<br/>â€œWhen you first came here you were children...scared...afraid and unsure. Though as you came into your powers you became the mightiest warriors able to lay waste to the forces of darkness with but one swing of your mighty weapons. And you did reclaiming the stolen lands and bringing back the light into our world....â€ it paused. â€œThen something happened....something not foretold....â€ it looked up and met each of their eyes in turn before lowering his head and voice, â€œOne of you fell in battleâ€<br/><br/>â€œWhen that happened chaos rages across the land...you all ran....promising to return...â€ anger and bitterness in its voice as tears filled its eyes. â€œBut you never came and the darkness came back stronger then ever!â€ it nearly shouted at them as it half rose out of its seat before taking a deep breath and sitting down again. â€œThe only reason you are here is because the Witch summoned you. She said she had a vision and it was time you came home to us...though looking at you I think she was mistaken. We are doomed and there is nothing you can do to stop it...â€ hanging its head once again.<br/><br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Jon will be blinded by a white light, that nearly burns him causing the sensation of pain though he knows that he is safe and unharmed.<br/><br/>When the light fades and he opens his eyes he will find himself laying atop a rather lavish four post bed. White silks and satins hang from the bed and there is soft music, sounding like a violin or a cello, accompanied by a piano. Its hauntingly beautiful full of a sadness that pulls at him, calling to him. His feet seem to move on their own accord drawn to that music, needing to see just who was playing it....<br/><br/>[mp3]http://dl.dropbox.com/u/9718239/01Lento.mp3[/mp3]<br/><br/>Halls of white marble and stone go by, all appearing to be the same, a white wood double door coming into view every so often though you feel compelled to ignore it. Only the music is important nothing else but the music is important right now...<br/><br/>Finally he finds himself in a grand hall, rows of high-backed plush white velvet chairs sit empty and facing what one could surmise to be a stage and it is there that the music originates. His steps echo softly against the stone floor the acoustics of the hall perfectly tunes to provide the best sound, even his steps are almost musical as he advances. Drawing closer he can make out two figures, one at a white grand piano the other sitting in the chair with a white cello.<br/><br/>The one at the piano is male and he spares but a glance to Jon, a friendly smile and a wink before returning back to the keys before him. Jon's attention is then drawn to the figure at the cello, a woman of such beauty that his breath is taken away. Her flaming auburn hair falling in thick waves down her back, covering part of her face where a jade green pair of eyes peeked out at him. Amusement making them a sparkle with a life energy as they looked at Jon. Her alabaster fingers dancing across the strings of the instrument before her with great skill and grace.<br/><br/>Oh how familiar this woman is to you Jon, how you recall a similar pair of eyes sparkling at you with innocence. The more you stare at her the more you try to recall who she is, it is at the tip of your tongue; you can just about taste it when the music slowly fades to ending. Done she stands curtsying to her partner who bows then makes himself scarce. Leaving Jon and this woman alone.<br/><br/>Her flowing white gown moved with her as she descended the pair of steps allowing her to stand before Jon. Now that the music has ended his mind can think clearer, he now remembers where he knows this woman. She was from the lake....she brought him here....<br/><br/>As realization sinks in the woman smiles casually placing her arms about his neck, "Finally sinking in there my love? You know I keep telling you not to wander the woods at night but you insist upon your nightly hunts" she smiled leaning in to kiss him lightly on the lips.