It was the scream that did it....(just a story)

Thoran sat bolt upright at the scream in his mind.  He was on his feet in seconds, his axes in his hands as he looked around wildly to find....

...to find himself completely alone.

There were no footsteps, no noises...nothing in this part of the Keep.  It'd been why Thoran had padded his way here in his feline form and curled up in the corner on some old discarded flour sacks.  He wasn't on duty until later that evening and he'd spent a significant amount of time in the infirmary helping out, so his free time had been his own...

He closed his eyes and slumped against the wall, frowning.  The dreams were...well, he thought they were about the Legion.  Maybe they were. 

But those screams. 

They'd been everywhere, surrounding him, filled with such pain and anguish and abject terror.  He'd never heard anything like it, not even in Gilneas. 

He firmly believed the screams were coming from the planet itself, but why was he heaving these dreams?  Yes, he was a druid, well, half a druid maybe, and yes he believed that the planet was a living, breathing entity, he always had.  Why else would plants respond to gentle words and the wind sound like whispers through the fields and storms sound like arguing?

He wished Belenos was here.  Maybe he'd be able to make sense of this. 

Thoran sure as hell couldn't.