Ok... I know that this won't be the most "canon" story ever... but I thought the idea'd be cool. Expect more than just the simple prelude soon. Vennin What Comes in Dreams ------------------------------------------------------ Prelude          I'm asleep when I see it.          That's the most important thing for you to know right now.          I hear the old man in my dreams. He tells me, "You must go to Italy." Nothing more, nothing less.          Afterwards, I dream that I'm fighting someone. He's wearing a cap and blue pants. He's a skateboarder, and I always remember laughing as he charges me. All he has is the skateboard against my spear. In the dream, I mock him. "Simple fool," I say as he leaps into the air... and smashes against my chest, knocking me down.          I struggle to get up and attack him, but he runs over my spear hand before I have the chance. I hear bones break. He picks up my spear and comes at me... it hurts, and I see my blood on the weapon as I black out.          ... That's how the dream sometimes ends.          Other times I run my spear through his board before he hits me. I skewer him and coldly remove my spear, poking him several times. Some of my spiky yellow hair flops down over my eyes and I brush it back with a bloody hand... I hear people cheering as I go for the kill.          That's when I wake up, drenched in sweat. The old man's advice rings in my ears, and I wonder what awaits in Italy.