Tyle Sands II
The central painting catches your eye. Seven young children stand
around what appeared to be their mother and father. "Sands"
is enscribed in elegant writing at the bottom center of the portrait.
"Sands...." you think to yourself. Turning back to study the
portrait some more, one young child in particular stands out in your
mind. A young boy with longer reddish-brown hair in the middle of the
group. Carefully your reach up and touch your own hair. Your eyes grow
large with excitement. "Could it be?" you wonder
softly.
The dream had stirred something deep inside you. Frightened, you
slowly walk back towards the house, brushing dust and old hay off of
your clothes and out of your hair. Gingerly, you touch your bruised
head where blood and hair have mingled into a matted mess. Entering
the house for the second time carves a deep pit in your stomach. You
look around for clues as to the cause of the dream and fear. The empty
entry room does nothing to abate your feelings of foreboding. You make
your way to your right down a wide corridoor. Tattered paintings hang
on the wall. Some of knights in uniform and all their shiny glory,
some of a rather large family and some of a distinguished, yet tired
looking man and his horse.
