John: Calia?

Nar.: There wasn�t an answer and John walked out of the parlor and into the kitchen.

John: Hello?

Nar.: Again there wasn�t an answer. John went outside and looked around. Finally, he gave up and dejectedly walked home, his thoughts swimming. �Where could she have gone? What did they do to her? Did something happen?� he thought over and over again.

Nar.: Patrick, Crytos, Calia, and Morpheus sat down at a large marble table. The dining hall was huge, spanning the distance of a whole cottage. Joining them were Daltran, the archmage; Arden, the captain of the guard and Calia�s bodyguard; and a rather sinister looking man named Mattimeo.

Morpheus: I hope you have been enjoying your stay so far, but the time has come for us to discuss business.

Nar.: Patrick and Crytos nodded as they listened to their host.

Morpheus: Well, you probably are aware of the existence of many planes at this point, and as you well know, I am not from around here. Faerchae is just my temporary home. My native land, the Cretu Islands, is located on a plane known as Trilanna, the land of brightness. It seems I have adapted well to my new surroundings, but I long for my native homeland.
Crytos: You�re not the only one�
Patrick: So� then� why don�t you just return to Trilanna?
Morpheus: Ah� that�s where the interesting part comes in. I have been exiled by my evil cousin and his sorceress wife. They hold my land hostage and wish to transform it into the ancient evil metropolis of Marldax.
Patrick: Right� and what does this have to do with us?
Mattimeo: Lord Morpheus would have you and his bride to be, go and challenge the authority of his cousin.
Crytos: You want Calia to go?
Arden: She will have me to protect her� even though she is an immortal.
Crytos: I see� and what are your thoughts on all of this Daltran?
Daltran: I think we should go on vacation to Disney World.
Morpheus: Excuse me?
Daltran: I said we should go and consult the seer of the Disnea Woods.
Morpheus: Oh� yes. I suppose Xenia could help us. We�ll go there before we leave. Just remind me.
Crytos: So when will we be leaving on this expedition?
Morpheus: As soon as you feel you can.
Patrick: Well� How about tomorrow?
Mattimeo: Isn�t that a little soon?
Patrick: Not really. Morpheus?
Morpheus: Well then, tomorrow it is.