[Parreyon Syndicus]

Parreyon's heart began to thump with each pulse of the blade. He had been lead by a dream his whole life. He had called it fate but had learned it was the Will of Kaimelea. His Mistress had sent him a guide for the dream world in Nimbralgaria, Her Handmaiden. His Mistress had given him life beyond compare. Now She called upon him for the first time. Where would this journey lead? Was it to protect what was her's somehow? A nightmare of sorts that tried to establish some domain in her dream realm? Whatever the call, Parreyon was ready.

When he came upon the stones, a series of broken pillars, Parreyon felt the urge to stop. There was something about this place that called to him. Cautiously he dismounted Praaal and searched the area, both sand and broken pillars. When he found the symbol of Kaimelea, he fell to his knees, closed his eyes, held out his blade, and prayed.

"This is a sign you have given me, My Mistress. Here was a representation of you from the brightenings of old. I will fullfill this moment and create a temple for you with this stone. I do not believe this is my desire, but is your Will. As always, my life is yours. Ask of me, and I answer.

You call me now even further than this sign, and I go. What I am to face, only you know. Give me courage My Mistress. Give me Strength My Mistress to complete the task and hand and bring You pleasure. May I vindicate Your desire on this place and fullfill Your command You present to me. I serve You with love."

Parreyon then mounted and continued following the pulsing of the blade, his own heart beating harder as the adrenaline coursed through his body. The idea of fullfilling her first request surging him with such energy he could not describe it. It was incredible!

When Parreyon came to the place shown him in his dream, his body tensed. It was time once again to dismount and Parreyon hit his feet with his eyes watching everything around him. He did not know what to expect but knew that a warrior, a white pantheri, was here somewhere. His dream had not told him whether this white katta under the stars would be friend or foe. He only knew he was to meet the warrior.

'Praaal, stay close and survey the area. Though we both have given ourselves to Our Mistress, this task she asked of me. I am to face it alone. Peace be with you Brother.'

And with that, Praaal lept into the sand and disappeared from eyesight. Parreyon could still feel him and talk to him, but he was alone in this location. He walked towards the black tower making note of the differences between his dream and the reality of the state of the place. Had the white katta served His Mistress in a time long past when the tower was whole? Was the tower to be the location of the Temple he was to create? He did not see water to provide for any who might have lived here, nor any oasis where vegetation could grow.

He looked cautiously at each corner of the area around him ... he looked for the White Pantheri.