City of the Dead

The City of The Dead:Dream KillerDream killer settled to the stone of the portico were Fortu stood. Beyond Fortu, The Thief sat slumped upon his throne. His misshapen head bowed over to one side. His eyes seemingly unfocused, bloody, shot with streaks of white, deadness. A slight, sweetly sick odor rose from the thief. The scent of death. Corruption. His own death. His own corruption. Fortu took Dream Killer aside.He has called us to fight.The dream killer nodded.Fortu turned away. There are dreamers here in the city... Two... One, a man, he says. His eyes slid to the thief. The other, pure power.I know them both... But, where is the woman? The Dream Killer asked.He looked confused. I know nothing about her. He seemed flustered, frightened even.The one?His eyes said nothing.There is a woman. And the woman is the one.The one? ... What one?He scoffed. The one that the creator said would come to destroy you, The Thief, me, all of us.Fortu said nothing. I know of no woman. The man is here. The wolf-dog who is no wolf-dog at all. He travels as a man now too. But he has no soul. No real body. I do not know of a woman.Dream killer turned his eyes to the thief. Does he know I'm here?He comes and he goes, Fortu answered. He prays for strength. He says the fight is here.Dream killer turned and looked out over the City Of Dead. He pulled the fetid air into his lungs. It calmed him. Slowed his heartbeat. He folded his massive arms crossed his chest and waited for the thief to come back from his prayers...