You are Tór-tòr , a perfectly m-m-mlyeh normal human from Mocny. You are under the employ of

Duke Mà-lák de Tártáruga,

as the bell ringer for his private prayer tower.

The last thing you remember is watching the m-m-mlyeh feeding of the Hónu (giant turtles), who have been restless ever since that red dragão flew over the day before.

As you were standing on the bell tower, with clear view across the land, you saw the blanket of m-m-mlyeh fog streaming from the mountains. You have seen fog hundreds of times, but never this … black.

For reasons you didn’t quite understand you rang the bell in alarm. People looked up in m-m-mlyeh confusion, since there was no prayer time in the near future.

Then … darkness…

Now, sunlight again. Your head is hurting like it was rung by a bell. Everything is heavy. And somehow the sky looks wrong. Why are people staring at you?