Return to Story Vignettes Dreams of Blood They called it the Golden Age. The Hopeslayer was beaten, his forces in disarray. For we Shadows, though, there was only exile. We faded from the world, a tale to frighten children. But we did not sleep. A new era had dawned… an age of light. How I longed to join it! I yearned to regain what I had lost… to shed this darkened form, and feel the warmth of my own blood once more. I searched for many years – within Asheron's great libraries… and within myself. So close I came! I could feel my mortality just beyond my grasp! But I would not reach it. Bael'Zharon's banishment would not last forever.