Word had been spreading like wildfire for the past few weeks.  A gathering of Sorcerers was to take place in Pasadena, at a convention of Pentecostals of all places.  Linwood thought it was about as good of an opportunity as he would get to find any information about his sister’s abduction.  Ever since he left home, he has been on the hunt after that damn demon.  He didn’t even know it’s name.  Linwood had traversed all across the country investigating missing children cases.  Using his abilities, he had even managed to reunite a few children with their families every once in a while.  With each face on the back of a milk carton, he envisioned his sister, Kelly and he felt the pain of losing her all over again.  It never got old.  It never dulled.<br/><br/>Linwoood’s old pickup squealed in protest as it slowed to a stop at some sleazy highway motel just outside of Pasadena.  He slammed the door shut and reached into the bed of the truck and retrieved a backpack.  Slinging the tattered old sack over his shoulder he made his way in to the office.  The fluorescent lights flickered when the office door slammed shut.  An old lady sat in front of an equally old television watching re-runs of ‘Mama’s Family’.  “Ah’ll take a room please ma’am.”  Linwood said as he dug out his wallet.  The old woman got up from her seat, and with a hunched over waddle she painstakingly made her way to the counter.  She grabbed a clipboard from under the counter and tossed it down in front of Linwood.  “Sign your name and that’ll be $30.  Air’s broke, don’t use the microwave, and flush twice.” She said as Linwood finished signing the waiver.  The old hag tossed a key on the counter and returned to her antiquated television without another word.<br/><br/>Inside the room a few cockroaches scurried from under the intruder’s feet and even more scrambled for cover when he flicked the light switch.  Snorting with discontent, Linwood locked the door behind him and got ready for bed.  When he saw the condition of the shower, Linwood opted to birdbath out of the sink.  It was probably safer.  After he was done cleansing himself, Linwood turned on the TV and adjusted the volume so it would be audible outside the room.  The noise was a necessity to mask his sleep talking from any passers by.  Linwood hoped that he would sleep peacefully this evening, but that was more often than not a rare event.  He laid on the uncomfortable bed and drifted away into The Dream.<br/><br/>It was immediately apparent, this dream wasn’t his.  Linwood was standing at the top of a brilliantly green hill.  All around him, exact twins of the hill he was standing on rolled out to the horizon in every direction.  Mist collected in the valleys making it impossible to see where one hill ended and the next began.  Titanium white with butter accentuations, the thick fluffy clouds floated just above his head closely resembling floating islands of mashed potatoes.  If he were to jump and reach, he could touch them.  Linwood was dressed in the shining armor of his childhood dreams.  His hand gripped a golden sword, his other hand held a sturdy shield.  This was the dream he and Kelly visited when they were kids.  The Dream where she was taken from him.  ‘There should be a castle somewhere’ he said to himself aloud as he spun around scanning the horizon.<br/><br/>Linwood was disheartened when he failed to find the fortress of his childhood.  He half expected and half hoped that his sister would be waiting for him in the tallest tower of the castle.  Just as he dismissed the thought, he heard a voice.  Faint, as if it were carried on the wind, feminine, and familiar.  He wheeled around to face the direction he heard the voice originate from.  He narrowed his eyes to sharpen his vision and he scanned the hillsides once more finding nothing.  Again the voice called out to him, this time it was clear that the voice was saying his name.  Calling him.<br/><br/>“Where are you!?” he screamed to the heavens.  As he screamed upwards, he saw a tower in a cloud momentarily before it was concealed by a passing cloud.  Just as the cloud passed and the tower came into view again, the sky darkened and the clouds turned black.  Plump raindrops began to splatter against Linwood’s armor causing it to tarnish and rust away on contact.   From high in the tower, her voice followed the raindrops it seemed much closer, like the voice was right next to him.  “Linwood, you came for me!” the voice sounded more mature now, but it was unmistakably Kelly’s.  “Behind you, look out!”<br/><br/>Linwood turned in time to see a massive dragon, black and terrible land abruptly just feet away from where he stood.  The creature examined him through obsidian eyes and then it flapped it’s enormous bat like wings.  The mighty gust sent Linwood sprawling off his feet.  “She is mine!” The dragon roared as it reared back it’s head and spewed liquid flame at Linwood.  Milliseconds before he was engulfed in the flames, Linwood willed himself to wake up.<br/><br/>In the sleazy motel room he lay in a pool of sweat and gathered his thoughts.  After years of searching, haphazardly he found her.  How? He didn’t know.  But, he knew she was alive.<br/>