"A vision story" ?
Morning greeted Duncan like a horse's hoof greets the ground during full gallop. Reality was more than one night's sanity could endure, but now he had to grok this frightening truth while dealing with a hangover. There, in Lord ____'s guest bedroom, with Lord ____'s ale flowing through him, he sat contemplating the night before. He was chosen to lead a small band of warriors against a supernatural enemy. Zombies, real. Vampires, real. Werewolves, also real.
Duncan ran his hand through his coarse black hair. "To think that today's feudal society still has such mystical beings hidden, with only fairie tales as clues. What's more--I can't do anything to clue in anyone not part of the organization."
His gaze narrowed at the ceiling; a question bounced in his head. He set it aside for now, got up, and cleaned himself up while contemplating. How could so many creatures could hide from public knowledge? Why did the organization recruit Duncan, son of John, the scrollworm? Would public reaction really be detrimental to the cause? How does the organization fight these threats? Duncan yearned for knowledge and he could no longer keep all the questions from overrunning his brain.
He stepped outside the borrowed room in borrowed clothes fully intending to request an audience with the baron. A messenger stood waiting by his room guards. The messenger related to Duncan that an informant would be waiting in the castle library to answer any questions and to hear Duncan's final decision.
Duncan ran his hand through his coarse black hair. "To think that today's feudal society still has such mystical beings hidden, with only fairie tales as clues. What's more--I can't do anything to clue in anyone not part of the organization."
His gaze narrowed at the ceiling; a question bounced in his head. He set it aside for now, got up, and cleaned himself up while contemplating. How could so many creatures could hide from public knowledge? Why did the organization recruit Duncan, son of John, the scrollworm? Would public reaction really be detrimental to the cause? How does the organization fight these threats? Duncan yearned for knowledge and he could no longer keep all the questions from overrunning his brain.
He stepped outside the borrowed room in borrowed clothes fully intending to request an audience with the baron. A messenger stood waiting by his room guards. The messenger related to Duncan that an informant would be waiting in the castle library to answer any questions and to hear Duncan's final decision.