Fever, which makes my mind suffer as much as my body! There was once a dark forest, populated by legends and creatures of the night. A girl walked by the light of his torch behind a witch worried and depressed. At the heart of the moor, where even the elves and fairies n The grand procession moves slowly in the dark gallery of very old castle. Everyone felt the gravity of the moment in this dark, damp and cold, with thick walls and solid if they have survived without injury. The heavy atmosphere and the heady smell moldy quickly inconvenienced the most valiant, and descended into the gallery so deep, and away from light and pretending to bury them. But they go ahead and torch in hand, to appear before the great gate guarded secret for centuries. A shiver goes through assistance for this great door has a powerful magic that separates the two worlds of light and of shade. The ceremony of the door had not held very long queen size sleeping pad time. A grand council was held for days to decide its opening as a wandering child had found and disappeared on the other side sucked into one of those demons that haunt the world of shadows. The grand council had finally decided to open the door to send emissaries to search for the child but also to understand what happens in the next world. While the procession is lowered into the tunnels under the castle and all these great men and women go for this dangerous journey into the world neighbor. Chants and prayers in succession, the ritual opening is long but everyone should respect his conduct so as not to antagonize the dark world and not to provoke a war of two worlds would be ruthless and terrifying. The procession consists of torch bearers, who are in front and sides. In this dark gallery, by torchlight strengthens the feeling of a rare and serious reflection of flames and shadows add to the mystery this time. The faces seem strained. Come before the high priests and priestesses the powerful. Their prayers and chants echoed by others fill the gallery a trance and soon forget the anguish. And at the heart of the procession a royal couple, dressed in white and gold glittering and pure stands. Their clasped hands are raised to heart level. The procession stops within walking distance of the great magic door. This immense door, all adorned with gold and precious stones, whose presence in the basement seemed so incongruous, could astonish these people the songs and prayers do not stop, continuing to fill the space and soak up the door. Everyone feels the thrill, everyone feels the beat of the shadow world to the other side. The magic of the door is very powerful and no one can open it without realizing the dangers to the world of light. The door itself is actually deciding to open up rarely, guardian of the border of two worlds. Finally the silence takes place, all stop breathing when the advance royal couple taking two huge keys. They bow before the door. The prayers and songs and then take the two keys turned all. Slowly the front door finally opens. Gradually we perceive the new gallery and discover the darkness. Torch-bearers and guards advance to the threshold. But only the royal couple is allowed to pass through the first floor of the world of darkness. In the songs and fervor, everyone wants to have the courage to meet the demons. Following the royal couple, the long procession moving in the dark gallery. There are so many centuries that no traveler has gone above and income, in fact most have to wonder what we find in the world of darkness. Probably demons. But what they like, they ask. Yet the elders have given them all the lessons to take this trip as they have never doubted that he would one day have traveled all over the dark world. For centuries, these teachings are provided, they are transmitted with great rigor due to the importance of such a mission. Schools of the Great Tradition exist everywhere in our world, became modern. But this time, it's not a story, they participate in a real departure qu'entraînés well for that, they are still puzzled by what is happening at that moment. All are proud to participate in this journey, however, they actually leave the modern world and venture into this dark world after so many years of teaching, the surprised nonetheless. They argue, their songs tell the forests, seas and all these things to light, these are the songs of courage that fill the dark gallery of these images. This riding through meadows, flying hair, face caressed by the balmy air. Thinking that one heat of a fire and away the cold and dampness of the gallery. They sing from my heart their best memories. They walk a while and feeling observed but relieved not to be assaulted already daemons. The glow of torches do not allow them to see very far, but for now the gallery is right, they have not yet had to choose. Finally when they arrive in a large room, they hear behind them the great magic door shut. The flow of the procession has passed, the passage between the two worlds should not remain open; some demons have probably managed to enter the world of light and some plagues and misfortunes would probably be good. The chanting ceased and a silence filled the hall. This world of darkness is it also the world of silence! The cold, damp and musty odor nuisance from the beginning oppress them abruptly. A shiver goes through new assistance. A strange sensation makes them realize they are not alone. They felt made since their entry into the gallery but their songs had made them forget their fear. Presence is all around them. The torchlight flickers, everything around them seems to dance and squirm but they have beautiful eyebrows, they still do not see those here. The world is watching but the darkness does not seem to decide to communicate. The royal couple then moves to the center of the room and stops in front of a round altar. The guards rushed to counter any attack but nothing happens. The king and queen, hand in hand, welcome. Around them is dawning impatience. This calm mind, this army came face the fear and the demons but if the demons do not say anything and do not attack as they should, their mission no longer has meaning. Stirring the win, they raise their swords to show their courage and they are ready to fight. They begin to growl of rage still arrive at an answer. The presence merely observe them. While the royal couple bows, the high priests and priestesses powerful advance in turn. An ancient ceremony to be held here from their teachings, but if old, she still has the sense they are no longer certain of its development. The writings of the ancients show the importance of all these ceremonies, the writings were warned that no one enters the world of darkness and by respecting them. However doubt has seized their minds. Only the royal couple, dressed all in white and gold, does not seem troubled by unrest and doubt. They tighten the grip of their hands while singing the Queen what the ancients have taught him, that song that tells the wind, sun, rain, finally all the elements that make the world of light that is . The elders call it "the song of sharing." Undaunted, she sings about her but men and women in arms increasingly agitated, some brew the air with their swords may be hoping to fight back this unworthy enemy who refuses to show. The following priors barely During the ceremony, but doubt overwhelms them as they perform the rituals in the disorder. The King sings to turn his song expresses the history of the world of light. The former meant that the succession of songs is a ceremony of reconciliation, so that the two worlds do not attack. For these songs, you go back in time too. The ancients said "with his songs, the world of light and darkness of the world must come together, and together reach the point where the meeting will be. ". Ata then closes their eyes, through the doubt that invades the whole, his mind gathers enough energy to cut themselves off from what is happening around her. His instinct told him that demons attacked, and that doubt has priors of them, the demons, and the brutal military unrest. By ignoring the powerful priestess joins the world of darkness, she then plunges his mind to try to understand the situation, and see that they come out of this large room if everyone stop fighting against his own demons. If they do not leave this room, they will in turn, demons, dedicated to the world of darkness. The real fight should not happen here, but they absolutely must continue even inside the world of darkness. "I speak for the great tradition of the game …. By the force of the fox, I ask the wolves to be quiet … by the wisdom of the lion, I ask to stop swords …. Oh give me light your strength! …. Oh get up and wind blows …. Take away this madness …. "Psalmody Ata. Around her, chaos reigns supreme, swords pourfendent the invisible enemy, the grunts of fury are deafening. The faces are the hatred and anger. Some soldiers are fighting a duel, the blood flows from the injury. Some of the worshipers crying holding her head in their hands, others are content to follow the scene not knowing what to do. Finally the high priest Oro closes his eyes in turn and leave the trance of the Ata win, they recite all the words that their elders have taught. "I speak for the great tradition of the game …. By the force of the fox, I ask the wolves to be quiet … by the wisdom of the lion, I ask to stop swords …. Oh give me light your strength! …. Oh get up and wind blows …. Take away this madness …. "Together they attempt to resume the ritual gestures. Oro closes his eyes in turn and lets his mind wander for a moment in the great hall. He realizes that his companions begin to lose their human faces, they become shadows. The priestess Ina is already lost, a dark mist came over and out of his eyes once so laughing. He finally realizes the demons of the gallery. In fact, he sees shadows floating, floating, and recognizes the souls described in the old writings. He recites what he has read often "floating souls are very dangerous to the spirit world of light. Half human, half demon, these souls have never been able to choose between one of two worlds. They obey no laws and no. They were condemned to wander near the door. Their rage is unsurpassed. Their weapon is the mist that comes out of their eyes mesmerizing. Beware, the dark world explorers, in this darkness the victim does not see those eyes, and so the fog invades his mind. Eyes, that's the danger …. ". Oro always closed eyes turned to Ata in an attempt to forward his discovery. Souls floating feeling that the two priests communicate turn to them releasing their hold on others. Foggy storm raises the ground, a whirlwind carries them off one at each end of the hall. The attack on the brief and violent shudder and they struggle with all their might to avoid breaking their dialogue. And that's with all their might, they continue to chant the ritual words to prevent their sinking spirits, "I speak for the great tradition of the game …. By the force of the fox, I ask the wolves to be quiet … by the wisdom of the lion, I ask to stop swords …. Oh give me light your strength! …. Oh get up and wind blows …. Take away this madness …. ". Attention turned to shadows and the two priests, a few soldiers, released a misty moment of embrace, close their eyes and seized the hand of companions. Thus a small group forms a circle around the royal couple while floating souls are bent against Ata Oro. Amid grunts and clatter of swords, rises the chorus of voices chanting. Souls floating hesitate a moment, and allow two priests to be released to enter the circle. So the souls floating flock to other fighters, and earn the spirit of a dozen now transformed into floating soul. Suddenly a loud cry of pain echoes through the hall, a terrible cry from the floating souls. A wind traverses the room, stirring the dust of centuries. Dense fog fills space, stinging the eyes and forcing others to close companions. Dust, composed of spirits defeated, burns the eyes of floating souls, their excruciating pain forces them to loosen their grip on the minds to conquer. The wind swirls increasingly and souls floating flee. All drop to the ground. The wind dies down slowly and in silence the troop account sadly its losses and heals the wounds. Exhausted, they decided to camp in the great hall. Perplexed, they look and they contemplate these travel clothes, their bags, their weapons. Everything has been chosen as the Great Tradition, but this fight has been exhausted and they have just suffered the first real test of their long education. Some tremble and lose heart:. – Maybe we should move faster? I would not want these souls floating attack us again! We are still so close to the door!. – What are we doing here, priest! We are not strong enough against the demons, we have failed in the first meeting! …. The lessons we were not prepared enough!. – Do not doubt! The demons will be powerful if you doubt! These teachings are as old as the two worlds, they will help us in time! Rest soldier …. Eats of this bread travel prepared according to the teachings ….. The company set up around the altar on which a soldier lights a fire to warm the troops. On this altar, symbols are engraved, Oro approaches to observe them, most are also on old parchments as he read. These symbols are the messages of previous travelers in this world of darkness. It recognizes certain stories. – Yes …. See it …. He tells us to go right into the next gallery …. This symbol next to us said that previous travelers have not been meeting in this gallery ….. – It tells us we are mounting …. It seems to represent an immense staircase …. here we go and look at galleries …… we are no longer under the castle …. The outside! I do not know what awaits us!. The two priests observe the symbols for a while and read the different accounts registered. In the teaching of the priests of the Great Tradition, learning symbols of great importance. Some of these stories are not in the old parchments they studied because some of the travelers of the past have not completed their trip and never emerged from this dark world. Their stories appear only on that altar, it is likely that their later writings. Travelers do not have all faced the same demons and yet some appear in each story. The two priests exchanged a look, and do not reflect all the rest of the gang did not want to worry them more. On the other hand, they do not want the shadows can read too easily in the minds of soldiers, so they do not measure precisely their knowledge of the dark world. On the altar, the fire sparkles and warms the spirits. This first meeting a little shaken certainties and reminds them of the reality of their journey. Although convinced of the importance of the mission, they know a moment of helplessness. They came to defend and protect the world of light. The world of darkness almost sucking the child and broke the peace pact between the two worlds. Now they are here!. They slept a long time to come back on. Then the band starts quietly, hearts beat strong in the breasts. They travel the new gallery without meeting as symbols have been warned. The hearts are relieved of this respite and courage is reborn. They walk a long time, make a stop regularly to rest and eat a little bread travel. Sometimes they even sing. Most lost track of time in this dark gallery, they do not know whether it is day or night in their world. They dream a little sometimes, and wonder what their loved ones even when the other side of the door. – We have to go …. At the top we emerge out of this castle galleries! …. And we will have other meetings to be very sure ….. – A group to ascend with Ata …. The rest will follow with the royal couple …. We find the top …. We will separate long …. Each group must advance …. Whatever happens …. Remember that no return is possible …. The path should never be traveled in reverse!. – We will communicate by symbols such as the lessons we have learned …. We do not know what's coming up … the first group may need to prepare for the transition of the second …. So speak and Ata Oro before the grand staircase. The troupe then pray separates. Ata, followed by his group of soldiers on the steps ahead. The second group then makes a stop to let them move forward. The climb takes the day-time world light. The staircase seems to never end, the more they ride more it seems that the staircase rises to prevent them reaching the top. Ata painted symbols on the steps to inform the second group of their advance. As they have traveled half the rise, strange phenomena are happening. On the side, the walls began to beat like a heart, but they are cold. It is very unpleasant to the touch of the hand. They seem alive with a few small creatures. The closer they come out of this swarm more intensified, and you can hear the crunch of curious little critters. However, a soldier tripped and leaned his hand to keep from falling. A multitude of little animals run on his arm and picnic in various places. He lets out a howl of pain, his eyes fill with fog. The critters s