Chapter Fifteen

Emperor Xust heard the call in his sleep. A low tune like the hum of a xylophone. He followed the call, travelling deep into his subconscious and breaking past the borders of the mudane world.

He emerged out into the Veldlands. The Veldlands were a realm of mist and shadows. It represented the sum of all of humanity's experiences and was the viel between the Realms of the Gods and the mortal realm. As thin as a paper and yet is wide as the ocean,the Veldlands was perpetually swathed in a thick mist.

Xust watched as the mist formed,melted and re-formed into shadowy figures detailing the hurts and joys of human life. He saw women cooking, children playing,men dying in battle and Kings riding in splendour. Few people could enter the Veldlands and even fewer visited it regularly. The Emperor peered and saw a stooped solid figure some distance away. It was the Oracle.