Something was odd as he stood at the ramparts of the desert fortress he had grown to call home. As he looked out to the oasis it was blue, a shade not seen for months as the thousands of litres of eu blood had leeched into the lake, dying it a dark red.
The sight of two sailboats on the lake also seemed odd. One bearing the colours of the wardens, one the colours of the hounds. Neither faction had members with the mental capacity to comprehend sailing, this confirmed to James he was dreaming.
As he was waking from the dream James witnessed a massive barrage of fiery explosions and rock falling from the sky crushing the ships in the oasis. Rising to record his dream in a journal James was sure it was a sign from chadz.
REPENT FOR THE END IS NIGH