My people have learnt a secret of the human mind. It is a secret that has cost the lives of countless men and women over generations but it is surely a worthwhile sacrifice. My people have learnt through ritual and ceremony how to seperate mind and body.

So it is then that my body lies motionless and dead below me while I soar through the ether of the world . At first it was hard. The silver cord that binds my soul to my body was tight and I could barely manage to float just a few feet away. I would look down on my body from above and think how fragile and weak it looked. But time and the herbs we imbibe have strengthened the cord and now I fly free. I glide upon the ether like a bird and go where my minds eye would take me.

I see below me the great city of Dul-Raya. I glide silently across the plains to see armies marching this way and that. I see two great hosts marching towards one another and know that death will soon fill those fields south of the razor peaks. I fly north and spot a raiding party of renegades and cutthroats pillaging some small pathetic settlement.

I fly to my home village but instantly spot that something is wrong. The defensive wall is breached. There are people all around me screaming. My body! Is my body safe? There is no time to initiate the melding ritual. I must risk death to bring mind and body together in an instant. I have no choice. I feel the snap of the cord and the fleshly feel of my body hits me like a thunderbolt. I am back. I hear the screams. I open my eyes but too late. There is a flash of steel and a pain in my chest like fire. A foul demon imbred beast grins down and I know I am going to die...

Thorn. Part human, part demon, the offsprng of an unholy union but blessed with free will. Shall she choose the side of the rightous, to stand tall in defence of the down trodden victims of a savage world or shall she turn her back on them and join the hordes of hell. Time will tell for her future cannot be seen by even the most gifted of seers.

Help us for we are trapped! Please!

Our mission was that of simple reconnaissance and yet there was nothing to prepare us for the disaster that befell. How were we to know that the land upon which we had settled our ship would somehow slip out of reality?

We are trapped now. We hide in our ship deep in the mountains to the north. Our instruments tell us that we are in a bubble beyond which there is nothing. An absemce of time and of matter. We are doomed we fear to live out our days in this place. We watch of course. What else is there to do but continue our mission. It is all that sustains us. But we are fearful that our prescence will be discovered by the demon hordes that charge this way and that across the land.

We watch and wait and keep our silence. We are trapped now...forever...

We are fatigued with your presence. We cannot take much more of the tormaent. We are a most placid and benign species and we wither and die as a flower without sunlight or water. We are fatigued. We cannot endure. Yet we know you cannot leave us. We are doomed!

We live between worlds in the spaces between atoms and there our existence was sublime. We had found our utopia and we were content. It was without warnng that the land in which you dwell was sundered and fell into our continuum. Now our existence is filled with the pain and suffering of your world. The noise! Oh the noise that spills forth from your realm is unbearable. We cannot endure the chaos and malevolance that eminates and permeates our space.

Our people die. They cannot cope with the change. We seek exile but where can we go? We are doomed....