Garalt awoke in a cold sweat, panting and disoriented.  Calming down slightly, he began to look around, finding himself in a very different location.
    "A dream...  or a vision?" Garalt asked himself.

    "Must have been pretty bad," Garalt heard a familiar voice say.  Garalt looked over and smiled to see Demonclaw standing over him.
    "You ok?"  Demonclaw asked.
    "Yeah... just another one of those dreams again," Garalt said with a sigh.
    "You had us worried for a while there, you hit your head pretty hard,"
    "Yeah..." Garalt said, rubbing the back of his head, feeling a large lump.  He couldn't quite tell how long he had been unconscious, but it was night now, a half moon shown brightly in the sky.  Garalt slowly stood up, looking in awe at his surroundings.

    "He's no dream," Demonclaw said with a smile, "We did it, Garalt.  We awoke the earth demon Vildegraas!"  
    Garalt looked over the enormous green dragon, and thought to himself that he certainly lived up to his nickname.  For something supposedly so aligned with the light, Vildegraas was certainly an evil looking thing.  Garalt looked about to find the other two dragons with them as well, all laying down around the sleeping group.  Garalt sat down slowly where he had been sleeping, and Demonclaw joining him.  
    "Have they usually been like this?"  Garalt asked, puzzled, "Are they sleeping or what?  They're not moving."
    "Apparently these three don't actually have to sleep.  But since we humans have to, and according to Tempi Frei we're boring when we're 'like that,' they put themselves into some sort of meditation.. or something," Demonclaw finished, scratching his head.
    "We certainly did do it, didn't we?" Garalt said, trying to force a smile, his thoughts going back to his disturbing dream.
    "The same dream again, Garalt?" Alyia asked softly, wrapping her arms around Garalt's neck from behind.  Garalt closed his eyes and smiled at her touch.
    "No, this one was.... different."
    "No Ethelred and the Undead Horde attacking you?" Demonclaw asked.

      "I've been having dreams too," Demonclaw said.
    "Good ones I hope," Garalt said, rubbing his lump on the back of his head.
    "No, I'm afraid the one's I've been having have been not so good."
    "Do you want to talk about it?" asked Alyia with concern.  Garalt smiled, Alyia always seemed to take great interest in the well being of everyone in the group.  It made him feel much better to know someone cared about his little problems, as well as the big ones.
    "It's less of a dream and more reliving an old memory," Demonclaw said softly.
    "Vione..." Garalt said.
    "Yes..." Demonclaw said slowly, Garalt could see the man's bottom lip begin to quiver.
    "Who's Vione?" Alyia asked.
    "Vione was my soul mate," Demonclaw said, "she was murdered outside a bar one night.  It was because of her murder that I started on my quest that got me and Greylen mixed up in this mess."
    "I take it your dreams aren't pleasant ones..." Garalt said uneasily.
    "No... I keep reliving her last moments alive.   I was on the ground, holding her bloodied body in my arms.  She looked so afraid, so helpless.  Greylen found me, and then Scythe.  I kept asking her who had done this to her, and finally she pointed down the road that Scythe was standing on.   Scythe said he'd find her attacker if it took him the rest of his life, and ran off down the street.  Vione then looked up to me, her perfect face smiled at me.  She rested her hand on my cheek and told me she loved me.  She died right after."  
    "I'm... sorry," Garalt sighed, unable to find anything else to say.