I awoke in a chair, chained to it, and there was a man sitting in front of me. He reached forward, and set several pictures on the table between us.
"I want you to look at these and tell me what you see," He said.
The pictures reminded me of the Darkness I had found on the island. I couldn't tell him this, however, and lied, saying "A defended hallway."
He leaned forward, and said," We both know you see something different there, Sarcof. Darkbayn mentioned you mumbling about some... Demon. Are you having a relapse involving Dale?"
"No, I'm not. This is worse."
"Okay, when did all this begin to happen? Because, you are currently accused of treason, in the event that you didn't know. In fact, with your permission, of course, I would like to link with you, and see the memory for myself."
Naturally, I'm suspicious of such acts. But there was also the fact that there are some things that others should not suffer. I gave my consent nonetheless.
"Excellent. Let us start then. I assume you remember."
I only nodded. Why waste words?
And so I lost myself within my memories, starting at that island that I wrecked on after the storm. I cursed that wreck inwardly. I was back on the beach, surrounded by wreckage, and the dead bodies of the sailors. It appeared that there was a local indigenous population on the island, but the beach I had landed on was secluded, barren, and hellish. The only exit from the beach, besides over the mountains, was through a dark, ominous cave that filled me with unease.
I entered it warily, a torch already grasped firmly in my hand, and I became aware of light. Looking around, I discovered that there was a branch off to the right, and I continued on, becoming more and more aware of a dark presence. The branch was a temple, and there was a liquid Darkness pooling in areas around the rooms.
I became more acutely aware of that... thing, and then it spoke.
"Welcome to my Domain," It rasped.
"Take a very good look, Sarcof. For soon, your world will look like this, as well."
Anxiety filled me at that sentence. What did it mean? I feared that I was about to discover precisely what it meant.