Cressida stood atop a wide cliff, the wind caressing her face, as she stared at the vast land before her

Battle Cry

An Icemark Fanfic

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot

Cressida stood atop a wide cliff, the wind caressing her face, as she stared at the vast land before her. She knew this was a dream. This was defiantly not the Icemark, where the winter was at its worst. Instead she was overlooking a green valley, where she

could just see the coastline and the never ending ocean, shining gold in the sunset.

Behind her she could just make out the soft ruffling of a dress.

Startled she turned around "Who are you? Why do you keep showing me these weird visions? Why do I keep seeing..."Cressida stopped, she felt that saying the name would mean she was still alive, still among the realm of the living. And not in the Winterlands where she belonged!

". . . Who you see has many names and many lives past lived. You simply need to understand, Cressida. . ." The honey-like voice seemed to fill the land, though the speaker's mouth did not move. She was a woman of medium build, ebony hair, porcelain skin, and golden eyes. Though Cressida had seen her many times she was still taken aback at how much she looked like . . . her.

"Understand what! If it's so important why can't you just tell me?" Cressida was not in the mood for mind games!

The woman stared at her blankly until closing her eyes and drawing a deep breath. Then the world around them seemed to change shape. 'Looks like I've done it now.' Was all Cressida thought before entering her vision.

Cressida stood and watched as various scenes flowed before her; all moving so fast she could only catch a few of them. A pirate ship. A distant land. Odd Creatures. Medea.

The vision slowed and Cressida couldn't help but gasp at Medea's face, she didn't look like a princess but more like a traveler, and her hair was shorter; hanging just below her chin. And she was . . . smiling. Suddenly Medea darted forward and Cressida, expecting to be trampled shielded her face, but all she felt was a slight whoosh. Confused she turned around and saw Medea embracing a man, more a boy only 18. Cressida thought she'd recognized him but then he looked up and she was positive of who it was.

Sulla Belorum.