In a smoky haze the statue emerged. Before my eyes stood a trio of men. Recognition blew in. Somnus had three sons: Morpheus, Icelos and Phantasos. The Gods of dreams stood living and breathing before my eyes. I did as I were told to do, and in the process set them free from their inferno rest. Their fair skinned and had the appearance, of what I think fallen angels would look like. In unison they greeted me with dazzling smiles, which could have me riding on a tide of love. But I know where my loyalty lies and it's not among these gorgeous men. To my surprise they knelt down before me. "Forever we'll be at your mercy, my lady," Icelos said with gratitude. "We're extremely grateful that the Chosen one, of all people, has reason to breathe life upon our frozen souls," Phantasos were next t
