The room had to be bolted - the uprising and its supporters were making their way up the tower in the hope of annihilating the last heir to the covenant. The 12 members sat in their Gothic ornate chairs waiting for the herd to break the doors down as battle cries filled the air. Blast after blast thundered from the castle grounds underneath. It only took seconds for the usurpers to circle the room but little did they know that a deathblow had been despatched. The falcon hovered in the middle of the room defiant and in flux, morphing into one birdlike form to another reciting its deadly repertoir.
Transfixed, its audience could not move. A sudden scythe-like sound then filled the air, tearing at the very heart of the individuals as each and everyone in the room fell to their knees grabbing at their chests and with another string of calls ascending, all life seemed to have been extinguished.
The dream continues.....
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