Labels:text | screenshot | graphic design | font | graphics OCR: 16 THE APPROACHING NIGHTMARE by ZULKIR MALIGOR of THE MAGIC GUILD 024/195 THE APPROACHING NIGHTMARE By Zulkir Maligor of The Magic Guild Night. A stripe of moon entered in the room, it followed the profile of a bed diving into the sleeping face of a young man. He opened suddenly his eyes, he screamed, he raised his sweating body. He stared around the room and finally he understood where he was. Another nightmare . "Ragnar. . . ragnar ... ragnar!", he mumbled, tired, sad, worn out. His bed in a sea of sweat, the night was warm, the moon smiled shy in the sky. Zulkir Maligor stood up, he watched the humming trees of the forest chased by the wind, comforted by bright joyful stars, A calm landscape whose order battled with his own mood. His mind was a storm of pain, fear, panic, sadness. The same dream was killing his patience, his brain, day after day. A blond, tall, 'Ragnar is coming! long haired man with a enormous blade screamed savagely to him Ragnar is coming!" Zulkir Maligor understood that this Ragnar was that same man, who used to shout in his dreams but he didn't know who actually his sleep. this man was, who Ragnar was, who was chasing him in the intimacy of MUSIC FriNT
