<strong><span class="bbc_u">Feldor’s Dream</span><br/><br/>The same woman of such purely ethereal beauty stood before Feldor once again, beckoning to him. Feldor knew it was Athena. Athena’s long brown hair whipped about her frame as the constant light wind wrapped a simple cloth about her taut body. Her brown hair glistened by an unseen light as she stood there in the surrounding mist. Her massive owl perched weightlessly on her right arm, her left hand still beckoning Feldor closer.<br/><br/>“Hurry, Feldor. There isn’t much time and the path before you is long and arduous,” Athena’s voice seemed to sing as she spoke.<br/><br/>With a wave of her hand, she laid the familiar map before Feldor and pointed, once again, to the clearing. Her large brown eyes grew wide with a pleading stare. She glanced over as Feldor’s white tiger came padding up. Her massive owl took flight bringing a light to Athena’s eyes. She looked down at the tiger and placed her hands upon its head. The tiger began to purr, or as close to a purr that a low growl can be. Suddenly the tiger grew twice his original size, his head now reaching Feldor’s chest. Athena backed up and nodded approvingly. She then walked very close to Feldor, her scent reminiscent of bay leaves. She leaned over to whisper in his ear.<br/><br/>“Your arrows have the gift of true shot. They will take longer to aim and shoot and can’t be used in close combat but they will hit your target every time,” Athena backed away but looked Feldor solemnly in the eyes. “Use them wisely for once the arrow has been shot, you cannot undo it.” She looked up and her owl immediately floated down to lite on her arm once more.<br/><br/>“You’re one of my most trusted Disciples, Feldor. Go and make me proud,” Athena paused and narrowed her eyes. “Don’t fail me.” And with that, Athena vanished.</strong>