CHAPTER NINETEEN

               ur interviewer sits in the Facade of Union of the Covenant, listening Tux tux tell a story about his father and the building of the dream city.

"Well young lady, sit back and get a quill and scroll, and let me tell you about my father."

Calysto brushes the rocks off her knees and turns to a fresh page.

"My father is Lagumbar Staggern, together with his partner Syiand the Grateful they constructed the portals in the city. This was during the Nightmare wars Calysto and it took them a very long time to do this but it was necessary as the mares were running rapid in the city. They started at threshold way and worked outward to all eight houses, I watched and helped as a small boy. The MOST signifigant offshoot to this was the creation of several arts that are still used today quite often!

"I bet a real good dreamer like you can name them?"

Tux decides to turn the tables on her and smiles.

Know, Locate?

"Thats two..."

Tux thinks she missed the most important one. Tux whispers to Shaolin "Don't tell her is Join party!"

"Think about it a minute... how important JP was to the confused dreamers then as they were "trapped" in small rooms they were not used to, as before that the City was wide open. The group that actually found that art were called the Seekers of Knowledge, Dreamwrights that worked for my Father and helped him construct the portals.

"I will tell you the rest of the story but its not pretty. Shortly after the Battle of rock Fall, Some of the DreamStike masters from the House of Light went on a rampage.

"Calysto... my entire family, wife, children, there spouses were all struck dead, in front of my eyes..."

Tux sighs autibly and pauses again at length.

"My grandson, the former Ruler of Calenture and I were spared."

Calysto looks Tux in the eye to make sure he is still comfortable.

"At the time I wanted only to die, but he, the infant gave me hope for the future.

"It was then, when I took my fathers family journal from his dead body did I find the answer to our survival.. Beside the portals in the city he had constructed another that could transport dreamers to a different dream "time." Many know this story, and this is why I know so many lyrans as I knew their familys from so long ago, you see, my father was highly respected by all in the city.

"And a voice I heard a few months ago from beyond the timeless Chaos gives me hope that he survived somehow and can return once more to open the caves."