Muldran was sleeping. Well, not exactly. His sleep was disturbed, images flashing forward in front of his eyes. His brow wrinkled slightly - how could images pass in front of one's eyes, when they were closed? Then his brain reminded him he was sleeping, and that not everything made sense.

She stood in front of him, and showed him the scales. "Balance is illusion..." The two gold bricks lay there in the scales, the larger brick obviously weighing down the lighter.... then she moved the arms of the scales, widening them and the heavier and lighter bricks balanced. "How do you know the scales aren't fixed, Muldran?"

He turned over in his sleep.

The mirror looked at him. "It has been some time. How do you know it's gone? Your quest for balance is flawed."

He turned the other way.

The warrior stood in front of him, his arms folded. "Never go to where they want you to go. Make sure she comes to you."

His breath hitched - he was near waking up, the dream starting to fade.
She was there again, in the vaulted room, looking at him. He gazed at her, trying to work out how her mind worked, fascinated by her despite the warnings.


His eyes opened suddenly and he looked at the cieling, the words still echoing in his mind.

"Join me...be with me...not against me..."