Go to the Mists of Tyme
Hours pass...
You are beginning to tire. You decide to take a rest soon. After about
one hundred paces, a mist surrounds you. The mist is so dense, you can
barley see your hand in front of you. Suddenly, the same voice you
heard when you woke up from under the willow started talking once
again. "You have now made it to the Mists of Tyme. The Mists is
seperate from the magic circle, so you are not protected here. The
dragon lurks near to these parts, so beware. A few miles in any
direction (except to the south, towards the willow tree) will bring
you to the Kingdom of Eohm. No you stand warned, and I cannot help you
any more than I just did here."
You decide to wander out from beneath the Willow tree and go towards
the foggy portion of the horison. As you are walking, some thoughts
spin through your head. "Will I ever get home? Will I ever see my
parents, friends, classmates, teacher, or dog again?" You are
thinking these thoughts, not about where you are, or where you are
going.
