“Holy Shit…” Linwood said when the cat turned its attention on him.  In a matter of seconds it grew from innocent and cute, to huge and intimidating… and hungry.  The cat’s pointed fangs were revealed when it spoke.  They could easily pierce his weakened armor.  The strength of his armor was directly related to his confidence in the dream, and right now, the armor wasn’t worth shit other than decoration.  The grip he held his sword with tightened and he brought the blade up, ready to strike if the cat decided to pounce.<br/><br/>Knowing that if he showed any signs of fear, the beast would probably use that against him, Linwood stepped forward and said, “Grimalkin!” he took a guess that this was the Grimalkin since it was asking for him.  “I am the Knight, I have the book.  Take me to the Princess.” He commanded, hoping the Grimalkin would guide him like the book said.<br/><br/>The thought of rescuing his sister had almost been abandoned.  It had been so long, almost two decades since she was taken.  She would be thirty five now, but there was no telling how the dream had affected her.  Was she even sane, did she age faster, slower or normally?  Did she age at all?  Would he recognize her?  There were just too many answers flooding into him adding to his uncertainty now that he knew she was alive.  Or at least he was led to believe that she was alive.<br/><br/>“You are to take me to the Plateau of Leng, yes?  To the Scholarly Dragon’s keep?” Linwood asked the Grimalkin.<br/>