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What Comes in Dreams ------------------------------------------------- Part the Second          A squat little man, with big glasses and gray hair. He's chuckling. "Well, that was different. I haven't seen a fight like that in a long time... of course, we haven't had any new recruits in a few years either. Hrmm... Percival?" At this, the skateboard kid walks over to me and reaches his arm down to help me up. I thank him, and then we wait. The fat man is... talking to himself.          Suddenly, he realizes that we are standing there and introduces himself. "My name is Geordan." I give him my name, and he motions toward the door. We talk as we walk down a narrow stone corridor. "You've been... recruited to fight in the Arena." I can hear the capital when he speaks, and ask him where I was. "Well... rather than explain, let me show you." He stops suddenly and swings open a hidden panel in the wall. What I saw was amazing... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sorry to stop right now, but I'm hitting a creative block brought on by a deadline... I know exactly where I want this to go... I just can't get there right now. This 'fic will be picked back up at a date in the not-so-far future, and any future installments will be available (for now) at Cherubae's Terranigma site at www.fogu.com . Any mail can be submitted to Ultima97@aol.com as before. Well... I know some of you think you know what's going to happen, but that's definitly not it... I slept through "Gladiator," so any similarities are purely coincidental... or sub-concious... and this will end with a fun bang... and some really bad jokes pertaining to a certain British TV series. Beware Rover. Vennin Aetra