Sneak Peak: Chapter Ten: Part Two: The Dark Despair Let me just say, I was feeling awful today. While my sister was in the Dryad's Garden screaming at vulrals that she was the Light of the World and what not, I felt like the Dark of the World. Do you know that the Board of Heroes, which is what we call our little group, gave me the task of Morgur Artidra! The audacity! When I woke up this morning, frost coated everything, reminding me of a terrible nightmare I'd had that the night before. I'd been chained to an obelisk. And while chained, I'd been given a choice: extinguish the Dark that is Cold or die at the Hands of Light. My sister had stood before me with a hand raised, waiting for my decision. I'd chosen to die at the Hands of Light than have the Realm overheat. My sister had given me a look of shock before slowly touching her index fingers to my temples. I died then and there, my soul ripped from my flesh, I watched in horror as my own body disintegrated. What a suckish dream, right? I had followed Hope into the Dryad's Garden, stopping to check out some iredags. Poor plants, much like the vulrals; which thrived on heat, iredags thrived on cold; they were dying. The brittle blue leaves looked liked they'd shatter if I tapped them. I imagined they'd also been given hot water, too. Don't these people know how to garden? A dryad from the iredag plot scampered out of it's plant; covered in blue, black, and white, the iredag dryads are. The dryad looked up at me pleadingly. “You are the Dark of the World,” It whispered. “but remember, too much light can be a bad thing, just look at us. The world needs you more than you think. Now, Dark of the World... What does the Dryad tell her? If you can think of anything, I'd be happy to know what it is! Find out if your "selection of words" got picked in part two of Chapter 10. -Sir Feath of Er in Hunter