[Parreyon Syndicus]

Parreyon was no stranger to the dream realm. It was home to His Mistress, Kaimelea. She had appeared before Parreyon as he faded from life. A beautiful woman of no distinguishable race yet more beautiful than anything he'd ever imagined. He had told her that his life was hers forever if she would but return Praaal to life, his life given freely as her chosen. His Mistress looked down upn him and said but one word. It was in a voice so beautiful the rememberance of it still brought a tear to his eye.

Accepted

Parreyon's life had never been the same since. He no longer felt the shackles of life or death. He no longer cared for the will of the Aetherians or Aeternians. At his side was a seraphim, angel, or whatever you wanted to call the Handmaiden of Kaimelea. The Handmaiden took on the shape of a golden furred pantheri. he knew not precisely what she was but knew her goal was to teach him all he could learn about serving His Mistress.

Parreyon followed His Mistress as she commanded with utter loyalty. So when he was called to action by a dream, Parreyon took it that His Mistress was calling him, and he obeyed without question. He kissed the soft fur of Nimbralgaria and quietly walked out the door trying not to wake Ravaska in the process. The pulsing of his SunBlade acting as some sort of beacon. Was it a new ability awoken within the blade? That was how all of them had come to him. Out of the blue and completely unaware. The only ability his blade had in the beginning was the heightened physical atributes. Parreyon had been told that the weapon revealed more the longer he was attuned to it and learned with it. now the blade became flame, held a blinding flash defense mechanism, and could hurl fireballs. No two SunBlades ever acted the same save for the first talent. He wondered if Kaimelea could give the blade more and this was why it pulsed.

He exited his room and the the Cat's Pyjamas. Praaal came to him immediately when he exited feeling Parreyon's presence as the two were bonded. The weapon pulsed harder when he turned in one direction and weakened when he turned in another. His instinct told him that the larger the pulse, the closer he was getting. He mounted Praaal and used his legs like always to steer Praaal in the direction he needed to go. There were no reigns to control the Great Panther. Since the two were bonded, Praaal knew mentally which way Parreyon wanted to turn because the mental link between them was always up and they could always talk.

'Where do we go Parr?'

'I do not know old friend, I believe Kaimelea is calling me for something. I am being directed through my SunBlade, so we shall follow its desires. I believe I am to find a white furred Pantheri wearing silver plated armor of the ancient ways. We'll know more when we get there ... but be on the alert.' Then the two rode off following the pulsing blade like a ship followed a beacon light in the fog.