Authors note:

This is set just before Tithe begins. It is from Robin's POV. Robin dreams of Kaye (although they haven't yet met). It is sort of a vision in a dream.I may end up telling the story of Tithe in Robin's point of view but only if I get some reviews from people who like it. Please review! I need to know if it's good/bad/what I can improve on etc. Thank you

I knew I was dreaming. It was one of those dreams you have when you're body is beginning to awaken but your mind is lost somewhere in unconsciousness. Once again the surroundings of the dream were different but the aura of the dream was familiar. In my dream I was lying, half propped up, against a large tree trunk. It was raining. Big drops of water were landing all around me. Water was streaming down my face. I could feel my long, wet, Pewter hair cling to the sides of my face. Big puddles of muddy water were engulfing the earthy ground that I lay on.

I peered down at myself. I was wearing my black, sturdy armor, which was almost completely covered by streaming mud and thick, warm blood. I examined the wound on my chest and extended my hand, grabbing hold of the branch that was lodged inside of me. I tried to move but my body refused to do so. Every part of me ached. I could taste the metallic, salty flavour of blood in my mouth. I gripped my sword, ready to fight the person who had apparently ambushed me. As I looked around at my surroundings once more, it became apparent that I was alone. I stared steadily into the green, dense forest in front of me, searching for any sign of movement. I knew who I was looking for. Not the person who had tried to kill me, but for the person I knew would save me.

I heard the sound of shoes squelching in the thick mud and whipped my head forward so that I could look in the direction that the noise had come from. Finally I caught a glimpse of someone moving among the trees. Slowly the figure began to emerge from the dense greenery. I recognized her straight away; she was the girl who had somehow found her way into my dreams for the past few weeks. She walked easily and fluidly towards me; like she was floating. When she was approximately ten meters away from me she stopped walking. She stood looking at me, smiling her bittersweet smile. I tried to talk to her, but just like in my other dreams, I couldn't talk. My mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water and not one noise came out. She continued to smile but did not try to talk. Her expression confused me; although she was smiling, she did not appear to be happy.

She seemed to be waiting for me. Waiting for me to do what? To find her? To help her? I could not understand what she wanted me to do. She looked so out of place out here in the mud. She was wet, but not dirty like me. She was wearing a skirt that was not low enough to reach her knees, black thigh-high stockings and a clean, wet shirt. I could not see her face clearly, I never could. It was a blur and the more I focused on it the more blurry it became. If I looked at her with the corner of my eye I could still see her perplexing smile.

I wondered if she was going to help me with my wound or if she would just continue to stand there, staring and smiling. Of course she would help me, she had helped me in one of my other dreams and I had helped her in countless others. Perhaps these dreams were a sign from this human girl. A sign that she needed my help, or that I needed her help. I would have to find her. But how?...

I awoke with a start. I had the feeling that you get when you know you were just dreaming but you don't remember what you were dreaming about. I racked my brain, trying to zone in on a memory of the dream I had been having before I had jerked awake. Then I remembered her. Of course my dream had been about her, they had been for the past few weeks. Slowly the main details of my dream began to seep back into my memory. I sat on my bed for a while, trying to recall every little detail about the dream and about her.

I remembered the way she had been looking at me as if waiting for me to come to her. I needed to find her. But how could I? I didn't even know her name. I didn't even know what she properly looked like. Perhaps, by some decision of fate, I would find her without even trying.