[i]“Sukoh has answered your request for stories, yes? Now I want to know. Who was that monster? And why does he seem so evil?"[/i]

The Dreaming Queen lowered her head and placed it close to the great bear, a soft hiss escaped her, as sat back, pushing the bear away slightly, a great light erupted around them.

[b]“Behold Sukoh, the world of the Dreamers.”[/b]

The world was dark, gray and cold, a harsh world with two dim suns and three pale moons, a violent world, with great dragons and other beasts that the bear would hardly recognize. 

[b]“Ghoukas…he is a Dreamer. But, he found the pain and sufferings of those he dreamed upon enjoyable. He used his power to manipulate, to control and to shape the lives of those he tormented. “[/b]

The images became real, surrounding them as if they were there. Silence filled the gloomy air. It hung about, hovering, waiting to be shattered. The smell of corpses was too strong to ignore. The land was burnt from war. 

Darkness clung to every object in the sacred hills of Mara’Gar, a Kingdom in the world of Balsa’sha where forms could be seen. If one had been standing at the top of Fal’dor cliff, the highest point in all of Mara’gar one would have been shocked beyond words.

There in the valleys and hills of Mara’gar, lay bodies scattered all over. Lifeless, pale bodies covered almost every inch of the once lush green hills that were now burnt and dry. Thousands of arrows were stuck into the ground indicating futile aims of soldiers. However, millions more had met their targets at the bodies of soldiers, dead.

There was no single fire but instead many small ones that still burned away at the trees. These were the signs of war that had occurred; a fresh war was what the people once called Xindhi, now Dreamers, would have called it.

The sight of dead bodies strewn all over the place would frighten anyone. There laid the great empire of Mara’Gar, or so it had once been.

Scathach turned to the great bear and smiled, her voice low-

[center][b]“The Day will come when the gate opens
Reflects the cold light unto the floor
In a perfect circle, the light will combine
The sign of closure, crumbled in time
Ghoukas’ gates will open awhile

The worlds must stand vigilant.
Ghoukas must not leave
He must stay trapped 
For once, he is released
Doom shall fall upon the multiverse…

War is at hand,
Ghoukas has been released
There is no time,
The worlds need guardians,
To stand the onslaught of 
Nightmares.”[/b][/center]

The Dreaming Queen faced the great bear…[b]”That is who has been released. That is the Nightmare who Walks.”[/b]