Delisu Adrovan, 4th Wizard, Master of the Golden Tower, Spellkeeper for King Hani of the Southern Vale, stode into the room with all the presence you would expect from a master wizard. I stumbled backwards, utterly confused. I tripped over something (I never saw what), and slumped back down in the chair I had woken up in. I had created Adrovan in my early days of role-playing. He was my first, and my favourite, creation. The first character Jaime had made a drawing of. Stereotypical wizard's pointy hat and robes, a long, black cloak, and a short, neatly trimmed beard. And she based his face on what she thought I would look like when I was 50. This was the face that smiled down at me. Jeff Bridges' line from _Tron_ kept going through my head. "It isn't happening. It only _thinks_ it's happening." I must have said it out loud, because Adrovan leaned over me, still smiling, and said, "Oh, no, my boy. It definitely _is_ happening." His face grew serious. "And it will get much worse before you are done." http://ficlets.com/feed/story/25261