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SUMMARY: A boy has a strange dream of great machines of metal and steel. He then seeks to understand himself and sets off to the cities of the gods in the east.

Part 1 Chapter 1 Section B-The Dream

The metal clad machinations around me began to assault one another. Strange and wonderful beams of light flew from each side, rendering death and destruction on a scale I could not even imagine. Men and machine both burned in the hellish fires that they reaped upon one another.

Dispursed of light and energy reached a screaming pitch around me as blood and oil spilled over the land. Men died burning to death, trapped in their own war machines as their brethern continued to throw annilation upon each other. Dozens of men died in an unstant as a hellious burst of fire flew through me and destroyed a mechanized carriage. I saw the carnage first hand, and watched as the horrors of warfare consumed the lives of those around me.

For whatever reason I was protected against their dark powers and energies, but if I could I would die then. The horrible things I saw became etched into mind and I knew I could never forget one little detail of what I saw. The smell alone would haunt me to the end of my days. The putrid aura of death and rotting flesh. The smell of corpses and burning oil and of burnt flesh. I breathed in the very essence of war, and it made me feel like I was dying.

Beyond the horrid stench arround me, I could not silence the screams of torment as men died painfully and slowly from the beams of light. Arms and legs were severed as men stood there dying in their own pools of blood. Screams of agony escaped their lips as death came to embrace them. Only their death could allow them to escape the burnt and wretched husks that their bodies had become. Yet before they went, each men moaned and groaned in hideous pain. Never before have I heard such suffering, the last wails of a man before he dies.

Yet I could not escape the horrible carnage around me, I found my body to be made of stone and not a muscle in me would move. I was forced to watch in silence as the men around me slaughtered one another in pointless battle. Sounds of splitting metal and screams filled the air as bolts of lightning and thunderous beams flew threw the air. The men seemed to posses the weapons of the gods, and to use them against one another for unknown reasons. What this bloodfest could accomplish, I knew not. But I saw only a waste of life and horrid suffering.

Then I saw a bolt of fire approach me and then I saw only darkness.