From alt.pub.dragons-inn Thu Aug 10 08:05:39 1995 Xref: netcom.com alt.pub.dragons-inn:8611 Path: netcom.com!ix.netcom.com!howland.reston.ans.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!uunet!in1.uu.net!news.u.washington.edu!homer01.u.washington.edu!sirjohn From: 'Sir John' J T Calkins Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: [Chaos and Co.] Flashbacks Date: Thu, 10 Aug 1995 00:50:37 -0700 Organization: University of Washington Lines: 25 Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Host: homer01.u.washington.edu Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII NNTP-Posting-User: sirjohn The setting turned the horizon into an explosion of colors and shapes. Dark serpents and wispy knights fought against a background of oranges and reds. In a grove in the center of a rolling plane, an old man stood talking to a young lady. "The rowan is growing well also, and the seed that you brought is growing into a fine plum tree." As the young lady turns to look at teh old man, a stray beam of sunlight hits her her hair, turning it into a golden waterfall flowing down her back. "I'll always remember what I learned here Father." "I know, I know, now is the time for the falcon to try her wings in the wind. Fly well and remember that if you need anything the clan will be here. Take Greywind with you, he hasn't had a good run in a long time." Slowly the old man fades away becoming on with the grove again. Tears in her eyes the young lady turns and lays a oak seed in the soft soil. "May the grove guide your thoughts Father." Then with scarcely a sound the young lady disappears from the center of the glade. "Watch your back, shoot straight, conserve ammo, and never ever cut a deal with a dragon." Copyright, 1995, Johnathon Calkins. All Rights Reserved. Sir John