Apocalypse. Armageddon. Ragnarok.

Disturb not the harmony of fire, ice and lightning
lest these titans reap destruction upon the world in which they clash.
Though the water's great guardian shall rise to quell the fighting,
alone, its song will fail, thus the Earth shall turn to ash.

O, Chosen One, into thy hands, bring together all three.
Their powers combined, tame the beast of the sea.

--prophecy, Pokèmon 2000

One night, a sorcerer dreamt of an impending doom. He found himself in the middle of a modern city, surrounded by towering edifices. He stood near a corner of one particular building when he heard a crash from the other side. Warily, he looked around the corner to investigate. He saw a green Saurian (a giant mythical iguana-like dragon) smashing its tail against the bases of structures and ocassionally biting the panicked metropolitan populace.

A screech from high above distracted him as he saw a great gray bird flying over and amidst the towers. Seemingly intent on duplicating the destruction below, the bird grazed the upper floors and clawed at the walls of the tall structures. With fear pulsing within his chest, the sorcerer recognized the flying animal as one of the strange creatures he had conjured in the past.

He whirled around when he felt a strange presence behind him. To his awe, he found shadows of tendrils whipping back and forth across the walls and the streets, gradually consuming all surfaces. For reasons unknown, he had ascertained it as the manifestation of a virus although he is quite unsure whether it be digital or biological. However, within the dark shadows, amidst the spellbound people in a trance-like state, he could barely discern the outline of a grinning red skull.

The terror was too much as he made haste to his abode. He floated away from the city into the nearby woods. When he was certain that no prying eyes could see him, he cast a spell and almost immediately felt his body fade away into nothingness. A blink later, he materialized in his home in the suburbs. He wasted no time in getting ready, either to fight or, most probably, to die in the process. He drew all curtains close, stocked up on supplies and locked every door and window.

He had completely lost all contact with the outside world as both the television and the radio gave out nothing but static. It was the same with the telephone. Power began to become erratic as the lights flickered on and off. It was quite silent outside but he felt the pervading presence of an unseen yet dangerous entity. Postmen, pizza delivery boys and neighbors would ring at the doorbell every now and then but he kept the door sealed and the curtains drawn.

Amidst the anticipation of an impending doom, he awoke. He took a deep breath as much of his dreams fled from his pillow. Thus, he began the day with his usual routine, curiously noting that the seventh month has begun.