The City of Mages

King's Log: March 20, 209 A.A.

Most of the scum have been captured. The others either hid or ran. But they will face the consequinces.   I have heard from some guards that some were having odd dreams. Two in particular, Rott and Sasha. They described it like a phenomina called "hero's dream." The phenomina occurs when a person is comunicated with telepathically. It is called hero's dream because it was what happened when the Sandman messaged Isan the Great, making him a great hero for the skills learned. I will have those two closely watched.

Chapter 2:

I woke up with a magic blade at my neck. The guard was yelling at some other guards about the guy with the dream is awake. I guess that was me. Well, no use trying to do anything. Let us see how this plays out. "Hey kid. Yeah, you. Get up. The king sent me to get you to breakfast, extra early." That does not sound good. I have cuffs put on me again and escourted to the caffeteria. At least I'll be able to see my sister again. I know I saw her in the dream but I don't kow if that was real. I hope she is alright.

When we get to the caffeteria, I see that we are the first ones here. I can see my sister, also cuffed with some bruises, a couple tables down. I can hear a large crowd coming this way. It almost sounds like they are calling for executions early. That means... crap. The king enters the caffeteria  and tries to quiet the crowd down. When they are silent, he speaks a message. "Due to popular demand, the executions will be tomorrow. But instead of a normal execution, any citizen that wants to may fight an executionee in the arena. The executionee will have no weapons and their magic taken. And it will be grand." Well, that's a good way to test out my fighting skills. When I get them. If I get them.