"Before my mother had me, she dreamed.
A simple yet odd dream."
Kael heard the soft, feminine voice from a distance, yet so close.
"Golden rain, she called it..." The voice continued. "People chased after the priceless rain, wanting to have it. I knew what I was. Do you know what you are?"
The voice paused in reciting the poem, as if waiting for a response, then giggled.
"I am what people need. What I touch turns to gold. Now I wish to hide, but they come for me, yearning for my touch... and I say... bow to Patmmon, 'ye mortals."
An uncomfortable echo followed the last word, then harsh silence.
The place wasn't dark at all. Kael could see clearly the new place he'd arrived. It was better than the last. The air was clean, fresh, and gentle.
"Here I thought hell was only made of filth," Kael muttered with a sigh. His eyes scanned the whole place.
