Digging into a chest, the fortune teller pulled out a book. "Only in my mind, but I did not see just the one. I saw countless." The fortune teller opened the book to it's most recent entry, "I've been having dreams that seemed to tell a story, they started with a young warrior combating an evil. The warrior journeyed to find a power to gain victory. I thought they were simply a story my mind had made up. Last night I dreamed again of the story I thought had ended, the evil had awoken and let out a cry. I felt true fear, I still do." The fortune teller's hand slightly shook as she thought of the dream. "When I woke, I could still hear it, I knew it was not simply a dream. The warrior had only sealed the creature away. The evil could take two forms, at least. Both appeared dark to me, one large and strangely shaped, the other smaller a human." Closing the book, she set in on the table in front of you. "I wrote all of the dreams that felt more then just a dream in here."