This morning I awoke with a start, the dreams are coming again.. It's been a while scince I've had them, but it always feels like yesterday
"You'll never turn me! " I'm screaming ,I don't know why but it seems like I'm supposed to.. Remember, like this is supposed to be a part of my history, around me are corpses of people I know I should recognize, there's an army in the distance, the ground shakes with its movement and the black flag they have raised over a.. Mammoth? Aren't they extinct? Well, for what it's worth it could be a two story elephant in armor and eyes that shrieked of madness
But that wasn't the terrifying part, atop the elephant a lone rider held a flag, it's mast casting a shadow large and unsettling against the sun's rays, which had grown weaker in the past few minutes alone, the scorching afternoon heat fading into a sunset, as I looked up I saw the sun hadn't moved an inch scince the beggining of this dream, the rays beat down with the same intensity, but as the Army, no.. As the flag aproached the rays grew heavy, the light pale and the warmth evaporated, the very earth slowed, every beat of my heart rang through my body and as I paused to recollect myself I met the eyes of the soldiers in to army
Each one was tall and muscular a deep tan and tattoos on the arms, they looked to be in the best condition of their lives, yet their eyes showed hate, I knew the feeling, I knew those eyes.. for I saw the same look every time I so much so as glanced in the mirror, and you would never notice it but mixed in that hatred was shame, and I saw the same in the eyes of my enemy.. Then my gaze as it always does returns to the flag, it's shape is disconcerting, looking at it caused an ache, a deep pain far beyond the threshold of the mortal body and the flag forever flickered as if each time with the flow of the Wind the picture changed, each image more g
Gruesome than the next each more painful, more.. Personal
I knew what was to come next but no matter how much I braced myself I knew the image would hit as hard.
A face, the face of a girl flashed onto the map and stayed.. as if to show that this was the maximum level of torture I could be put through
She was beautiful, but that did not make me glad , instead my anger and hate died instantly and I felt dreched in shame, goosebumps and then the shivers, I drop the sword I had not noticed I was carrying unsheathed, and as its hilt hit the floor in what could have been seconds or centuries, I found myself
Gasping for breath,straining to look away from the picture upon the flag
Describing her has never been easy for me for everytime I wake up I remember her differently, I could feel my head ache as if searching for the place it had stored her name, her story, but all I felt were the shivers and all I heard was the wild roar of the mammoth ,deafening ,angry and full of an emotion I once again knew I should remember, the Army was a foot away and the flag had returned to a dull gray, outnumbered a million to one I found my voice only to sigh, the tremors had stoped now and the warrior above the mammoth launched a single arrow in my direction, I watched it fly and
Decend upon my chest I felt the hole ripping through my body as the arrow lodged itself in. The roar from the army sounded like the screaches of monsters, the hissing of tounges and the cries of a billion people all at once. the sound of pure madness.
I woke with a start.beads of sweat excaped through every pore of my body,my throat was dry, I looked out the window into the valley beyond, the hustle and bustle of men women and children all engaged in their morning activities, the lake in the distance shimmering,century old trees acted as landmarks for townsfolk
boats lined in the harbor the sounds of mothers packing breakfasts and smells of frying eggs and bacon stuffed waffles, I kicked off the bed and quickly changed into a fresh set of clothes looking at the valley one last time before slipping out of my room,
if we could not stop
Them in time.. . .... in seven days this valley will be destroyed.
