Blazing down Perdition's highway, Route 666, the flaming skeleton leads me down the road of vengeance. I don't know if I'm dreaming or not. . .and part of me doesn't care.
We come to a stop in front of a gnarled oak tree.
"The oracles will tell you your future. Listen closely."
In the branches of the tree sit, a raven, a bat (upside down, of course), and an owl. They begin to speak to me without moving their mouths.
"We are Those Who Fly By Night. And you must listen to what we have to tell you. . ."
The Raven: "Beware of the dead man, no matter your strength, he can kill you if you are not careful."
The Bat: "Drink deep of the blood of Vengeance, but do not let your thirst control you."
The Owl: "The wise man knows when to fight, and WHO to fight."
And then I woke up, laying next to my bike on the side of the highway.
