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| - Of my childhood, it is the dream I remember most. That one, horrible dream that kept repeating and repeating, night after night, until I grew so used to it that I was actually able to forget about it most of the time, except for those nights when I would awaken from it dripping with sweat, still trembling. It was then I would call out for my "mu-mu." At least, that is what I called him, mu-mu. I was not raised by my parents, and I know little of them, save that they were very poor. Unable to even feed me, they left me at the doorstep of the Midral temple. I suppose they thought that the priests and magicians who lived there would take pity on a baby girl, all alone in the world. But it was not so. They were scholarly types, much too interested in their work to be concerned with a child. They did take me in, but for the most part they ignored me. All except for mu-mu. His real name was Lendoral, and he was the very least of all the magicians who dwelt in the temple. He was nothing more than an errand boy, really. But his heart opened to take me in, and he cared for me throughout my youth. He even tried to train me in the magic arts, when it became clear that I had an aptitude in that direction, but he was a poor mage himself and I did not learn much. Surrounded by men, I became of necessity very independent.
- "It is as I thought." he said. "You have been summoned to Dereth."
- "It is not up to you. You have been called. Soon, you will go, whether you like it or not. It will be better for you if you are prepared. I don't know how much longer you have here in Ispar, but you will begin your training at once. See Mage Lear, he will give you the details."
- I knew I had just begun to answer Asheron's call.
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- The dream began when I was very young, just three or four, and it terrified me. I saw a man and a woman, battling some hideous creature. The creature had an insect-like appearance, but it was huge, much larger than the man, and around its feet lay the dead bodies of many other people. Each time I dreamed, it was the same. The man attacked the creature, his war cry filling the small cave-like room. The creature rose up, hissing and thrashing, and in one swift motion impaled the man upon its razor sharp claws. The man's body vibrated for a moment, and then was still. At that point, the woman would cry out in grief and anger, and after dipping an arrow into some liquid, she would fire it from her longbow directly into the creature's eye. The creature would cry out in a gruesome voice, teetering back and forth, and then finally fall, thrashing, to the floor, falling full upon the dead body of the man still held in its claws.
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