Ravenessa waited in the courtyard for George to meet with her. He was pleasant to be around and fun. He knew her kind and was from her world. When they spoke together it was like going home again, if only for a short moment. The two of them had become quick allies in what he said they called a mental hospital.

 After waiting another fifteen minutes, she saw her friend from across the courtyard she flagged him down. The two of them had become kindred souls almost overnight. It took George a while to get across the  courtyard of the asylum. She waited until he got close enough to her and gave him an enormous bear hug. She loved their conversations, always looking forward to their talks be it ten minutes or two hours.

"George it's wonderful to see you . How have you been? I haven't seen you around lately." She spoke with the voice of angels.  A little worried about the older gentleman, plus he was the only one here she really considered to be a friend.

"I'm an ancient, handsome dwarf prince. I sleep a lot." He explained to her.

"I'm really glad I have someone to talk with from my home land. It's a great comfort to me." She told him with a look of sadness.

"I need to tell you something." George whispered, with a look of life and death importance on his elderly face.

"Yes, what is it?"

"There are others." He widened his eyes a little as he spoke.

"What do you mean there are others?" Ravenessa asked , her curiosity perked.

"There are others from our world here. "

It took her a few minutes to make the connection. "You mean there are other people from our world stuck in this place?" She asked him, then got  quiet. She thought about this situation and it just sickened her. She was a dark sorceress but even she wouldn't torture for years at a time, screwing with their minds. It was disturbing even to her. She shook her head in sadness as George continued on.

"They say we have all these mental illnesses, bipolar disorder, hallucinations, depression, mood swings. We're all home sick. Our magic is fading away the longer we are here. The pills are making us forget our home land. It's not that we're depressed, but our souls are depressed in a way." He paused for a moment and she let it all sink in.

"Almost all get lost in this reality and can't get home or forget the way." He became very quiet as he let her fully understand what had happened to them. After a long moment of reflection, she gave him a serious look and spoke.

"I'll find a way to get us out of here. I'm not the help others type but this is wrong on so many different levels." She proclaimed. He had heard other fools make that claim, but he believed if anyone could help them, it would be her.

"Ravenessa honey stop taking the little magic pills, they suck the magic right out of you." George sternly advised her.

She then offered to walk him back to his room, and he accepted. She was really glad to have spent time with him, even if the information was a little disturbing. She was glad that he told her the truth of what was going on. Once she had walked George back she went to her little white room to think. She sat down on her small bed and thought about what to do. She started to practice a visualization technique. It didn't work.

 Then she took a relaxing deep breath and tried a deep soul meditation. It didn't work either.The dark sorceress then tried levitation, conjuring and spell casting. Nothing she did worked. Panic began to invade her. What if she were trapped here for the rest of her life? What would she do then? With a deep sense of dread she crawled under her white sheet and rolled over. She fell into a deep dream state as soon as she closed her eyes. Her dreams were filled with contentment and peace. In the dream she was back home, but with a rather attractive looking male. He seemed to be a wizard of some kind. They were closely bonded and she was happy.

In his dark underground lair Stergis was glad the ghoul he had sent had taken out one of the warlocks. All of the sudden he swore to all spirits of darkness he heard a voice. A womans voice calling for help. Even he found it to be a bizarre instance. For the first few times he simply just ignored it. Then he heard it again. He also noticed that he would hear it every three days. Each time he would get a little more information than the last.

 He heard the voice say other world. The next time it said others are trapped here. It made no sense to him. Even if he wanted to be a nice guy and help this woman, he needed information that he could use, or make sense of it. However the next time the words drifted through the winds he heard southern stream and magic portal. That he understood, maybe there was something to this other than working too much or being overly worried. He was not the only one to hear her slumbering cries for help in their realm.

The last of the brethren Richard and Daniel both heard the voice too, so they knew it wasn't just whispers in the wind or the fairies of the air element.

"Daniel did you hear that?"

'The whispering for help? Yes I did." Was his low toned reply.

"Where do you think it's coming from? " Richard asked, puzzled by the strange voice. His eyes lit up hoping for some kind of an adventure. The death of Jim as well as their younger brethren had taken it's toll on him. Daniel had Zeta, he was in love. You could see it was the once in a life time kind of love. Richard was happy for his friend but also a little jealous at the same time. He would try to shake the feeling away but it would creep in like a dark fog in the middle of the night. The past few days had been gnawing at him too.

 He was beginning to wonder if they were just going on suicide missions at this point. Should he and Daniel part ways? Should they just give up at this point? Were they condemned to death by some unknown force? He wondered if the grief was getting to him. He and Daniel had not been patrolling the forest as often since Jim was killed in battle. The two were grieving for their friends and feared the safety of all they knew. When they heard the whispers again the two were on the way to Smitty's pub.

"Ignore it Richard, it could be a trap." Daniel advised him with a stern glare. The two warlocks walked the rest of the way in a silent motion, like puppets on a string until they reached the pub. They walked in and sat at the bar drowning their sorrow and their grief. They felt weak and helpless instead of warriors of magic protecting the land. By the time they had their second pint the dark warlock was brewing his plan of action.