<strong><span class="bbc_u">Raziel’s Dream<br/></span><br/>Raziel comes to consciousness surrounded by total darkness. It takes him a moment to realize he is dreaming and not awake. A few seconds pass before there’s a huge explosion that seems to come from the center of his chest. Once the blinding light fades, Raziel can see random staircases leading in every which direction floating all around him. Also floating are treasure chests, stars, planets, some curtains, a manatee; a fork floated right past Raziel’s face. There was an amalgamation of all sorts of random items floating in the darkness that surrounded him.<br/><br/>“Raziel,” the high pitched echoing voice came from directly behind him. Raziel whirled around to see a very large lightly green giant clad in battle ready red and grey armor with a helmet made of bones and arms crossed… floating upside down.<br/><br/>Seeing he had Raziel’s attention, Zanaen righted himself and pointed a tense finger at Raziel. “You!” He screeched before drawing very close and whispering in his ear, “Have been selected by the Sarians to kill specific Olympian disciples.”<br/><br/>He tore himself away and started pacing in a circle about Raziel. “These disciples are meeting in Redwood Forest in California. They’re going to try and destroy the Great Evil… BUT I WANT IT! I want the Great Evil, you see. Oh the CHAOS!” Zanaen clapped giddily and laughed before continuing his pacing. This time his pacing became sporadic, walking upside down and around and under, sometimes through objects.<br/><br/>Vakortur hadn’t trusted Zanaen to not involve one of his disciples, and furthermore didn’t trust Zanaen to be able to give said disciple specific directions to the correct forest. So he’d written a map for Zanaen ‘just in case.’ This map was neatly written in black ink on a piece of old but clean white parchment paper. It was now being presented to Raziel by Zanaen.<br/><br/>“Go here. Take this with you,” Zanaen handed him a jeweled gleaming wand. It looked to be made of a material like gold but stronger and even shinier. “It’s my wand. Now give it back.” Zanaen’s eyes looked deadly serious but as Raziel proffered the wand, Zanaen took a contemplative pose. The large man with spikes on his bracers actually jutted out a hip, crossed an arm under and scratched his chin with the other, gazing off into the distance. “No… You take it. You’ll need it.”<br/><br/>“Now go!” Zanaen yelled in his high pitch screech moments before the entire jumbled mess all around Raziel seemed to be sucked back into his chest. He was left once again in the familiar total darkness.</strong><br/><br/><div align="center">(http://www.alivans.com/files/jeweled_wand_zoom.jpg)</div>