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She had been having that dream again, the one where she found herself standing atop a mountainside overlooking the world that lay at her feet. Overhead she could feel his pressence looming, but it did not fill her with the terror it once did. The embodiment of her nightmares had become a watchful and accepted presence.

It could all be hers, if she would but reach out and grasp it.

This day she did not stand alone though, and she turned to glance upon the woman at her side. She was a priestess, though of what Whisper could not recall. She felt that she should though. There was something mind numbingly familiar about the woman, but the memories eluded her.

"Is this really what you want, Whisper?" said the priestess.

"I don't understand," Whisper responded.

"You will," the priestess replied. The priestess spoke once more, but this time the words were garbled and alien.

"What did you say?" Whisper asked, turning to look at the priestess.

"I said," again the priestess spoke, but as she continued, the words again were indecipherable.

Whisper frowned, but before she could question it, the sounds that the spawn spoke over her slumbering form were rapidly rousing her back into a state of wakefulness. With the mountains and the strange priestess fading from her perception, Whisper woke to the strange sounds of the spawn looming overhead. It took a moment of comprehension for her to identify what the sounds were exactly, but as the fog of sleep faded from the forefront of her thoughts, she sat up with a start. Throwing the covers back from her bed she slid out of the bed, and away from the spawn.

The chill air of the mountains was bitter cold though, and she quickly snatched up the discarded blanket, pulling it close to retain her warmth. How had it gotten in here? Or more to the point, what was it doing in here.

"Get out of here!" she yelled at it.