Sage woke up at sunrise. He looked at the colored hues in the sky of purple,
orange, red, and blue. He looked at Rowan, who was still sleeping.

Right now, he felt sorry for the guy. He was the youngest in the group, and was
starting to have feelings for a girl. Not that Sage blamed him. He’d be worried
too in the same situation.

The door slowly opened, revealing 7 heads peeking out from the doorway. “Guys,
maybe we should leave him alone. He’s been through enough already.” He said. The
others nodded.

They all headed towards the dining hall where the monks greeted them cheerfully.
“Ah, but where is Rowan-Chan?” asked one of the monks. “Rowan is sleeping now, I
think its best we leave him alone.” Anubis replied, in a regal tone.

They all looked at him. “What?” he asked. They decided to keep quiet about the
incident. Anubis was not in the best of moods today. Cye was exploring when he
saw a large tapestry.

It was weaved perfectly, and had the most intricate designs. It told a legend
about a fallen angel that even though her clan was fallen, she would rise again.
The last picture depicted a woman transforming into a red dragon and destroying
evil.

In his dreams, Rowan was lost. He could not do anything. Nothing to save Kyra.
The dreams were so horrible, that it would be best not to describe them on
paper.

However, at the end of every dream, he would hear a voice repeating the same
words: ‘Take her to the Temple of Marfa, to the accursed island, then towards
the place where the Fellowship was formed.’

Rowan woke up. He dressed and headed downstairs to find Anubis. “Rowan, is
something wrong?” “Yeah, Shuten.”

He quickly told Anubis about the dream. “And I keep hearing this voice saying;
“Take her to the Temple of Marfa, to the accursed island, then towards the place
where the Fellowship was formed.”

That made Anubis blink. Once. Twice. Thrice. And he asked; “How did you find out
about Lodoss and Middle-Earth?”