The dream was the same as always. It was more memory than a dream. Fantasy walking into the portal. Apprehensive, Cautious, but he had to do it. His life here wasn\'t worth living. Nothing exciting happened, and everyone thought we was strange for not wanting to live as a blacksmiths aid. Then the portal appeared. It looked like a rip in a page, almost like his reality was split. Then without thinking hee entered it. No regrets, No thoughts. Anything was better.
\"Hey...Hey!....Wake up!\" Came a voice that broke the dream.
I jumpeed awake. I had fallen asleap at the table in the Kada-El tavern. Kada-El was standing above me, looking annoyed. Probably since I hadn\'t bought anything and was taking up space.
\"What time is it?\" I asked yawning. \"It\'s about Noon, Fantasy. Didn\'t you have something to do?\"
At the words noon, I was awake. I was supposed to be at the blacksmith at dawn! The Kran I worked for would be angry, he expected me to be there every morning. It was nice of him, since he gave me room and board, but I hated being a blacksmith aid again. It wasn\'t as bad, since adventure ran rampant since I came to this world, but I still hated it.
As I walked out the door onto the plaza, a thick mist hit my face. It had been raining, and a heavy fog hung in the air. Two Lemurs were sitting by the fountain arguing over a mathematical equations while Two of the aquatic elves were sitting in the fountain, basking in the sun. It never ceased to amaze me.
I started walking toward the log hut that housed the blacksmith. As I walked past an alley, came a hiss. I stopped. There it was again. I turned around and there was a desperate looking man holding a golden goblet like a child. His eyes were red, with dark spots beneath them, and his face was gaunt. \"Mister, are you alright?\" When I said this he acted as though I were about to slap him. \"Take it. Get rid of it. I can bear it no longer!\" Before I could ask what he was talking about, he threw the goblet at me feet and took off at a dead run in the opposite direction.
I just stared at the Goblet for a while. There was something alluring about it. Something that made me want to hide it from prying eyes. So I picked up the cup. Forgetting the blacksmith. Just for today, till I can find out what this goblet is, where it came from, and what I should do to it....if anything.
