Oh so it's one of those dreams.
Around me there is an old fort ruin, the stone brick once a formidable structure crumbled to the cracked dirt floor. One of the formal walls lies collapsed, recently it seems, and scorch marks from fires stretch across the stone. Yet I seem to find myself staring in a floating mirror in front of a severely damaged wall, though it isn't my face staring back in confusion.
She's rather pretty.
That's the only thought that can go through my brain, not surprising considering it is a dream, however this place is awfully familiar… like some weird déjà vu. I shake my head, I shouldn't be thinking these things, it seems like whenever I try I end up getting even more confused than before. The woman's face was also familiar, but I can't put my finger on it. Her stare was calculating, almost as if she was sizing me up, the hazel orbs remind me of my mother; at least she doesn't have my mum's big nose. I chuckle, so does the image; her voice lighter than mine but retains a Scottish accent, wait what if this is me?
Now that the thought comes to me it's the logical answer, her brown hair flowing half way down her upper arms; her brown bangs covering part of her left eye. The pale celtic skin with rosy cheeks, oh my God it is me, but, I have no spots. To be honest I am rather relieved, who wants spots any-wait a second I look… older somehow. Instead of a chubby mid-teen I see a young woman, probably 20 or so; not really sure. But that's not it; despite my apparent consciousness I don't notice the key thing, a few seconds pass and it hit me like a landslide.
"WHY DO I LOOK LIKE A BLOODY ANIME CHARACTER?!"
She, well my reflection, mirrors my shock, it even repeats my words. Despite the reflections lighter voice the accent is spot on, even with my feminine side exaggerated I seem like a classic tomboy, as always. With my shock disappearing I look to my hands, yep definitely an anime character… awesome dream.
I freeze when I look at the back of my right hand, a light blue symbol lies there and it reminds me of Robin from Fire Emblem: Awakening, which I had been playing way too much for the past week. Destined to be one with Grima, but wasn't his mark purple? What if this is just a tattoo? Ughh why am I here?
"Yes, no it isn't, and Naga wanted to speak to you."
What I didn't expect was that my own reflection could answer my questions right off the bat, and I certainly didn't think that this dream was important. Obviously I jump almost 2 feet into the air, Jesus Christ! I nearly bloody died of a heart attack!
"I apologise, I didn't mean to scare you."
My reflection rolls its eyes, voice thick with sarcasm; she smirks though, clearly enjoying the scare. I, on the other hand, am annoyed with the reflection and myself, so much with dealing with jump scares. Somehow I smile back, I hold grudges sure, but this is me; I can't be serious, I am, after all, just a big child. The reflection smile fades, serious face on "Go to that wardrobe and pick up some clothes, you don't have much more time here."
I turn, and sure enough, spot a small cupboard lying beside one of the moss covered walls. Instead of my usual attitude of questioning I do as I am told, her serious, I mean, my serious demeanour is enough to say that whatever is going on is very important to both of us. From the curiously placed storage unit I pull out a cream shirt, light brown cotton pants and dark leather boots. As I put on the acquired items I look back in to find leather gauntlets with red stitching, like from OOT, I give a wry smile as I slip them on; they felt comfy to my surprise, but it was nothing compared to what else was in the cupboard.
Hell yeah tartan.
The dark blue scarf almost brought tears to my eyes, perfect; I tie the scarf around my waist with the knot on my left hip. I practically swagger towards the mirror, smug with my cool new look and clearly forgotten the seriousness my demeanour was earlier. However it seems my smile was infectious, for the reflection was grinning from ear to ear, but the smile turned into a cringe. "You have to make a choice now; we have used up nearly all our time."
The reflection stepped out of the mirror, only to transform into a beautiful green being, her green hair flowing down her back and a calm aura surrounded her. It was the one and only Naga, and my head felt like it was spinning, ohgodsitsnagaohdamnthisisinsane. During my panic attack, Naga held up her hand and muttered a few unintelligible words, suddenly my fear and confusion disappeared.
"Child listen, you must make a choice to leave your world."
She takes a deep breath knowing that what happens next is pivotal, I still, after all that time, believe I'm in a dream.
"To a world you are aware of, you would obtain memories of that world, as if you lived there all your life; you would still have the memories of your true life but" She sighs and gives a sad smile. "You wouldn't be able to return until the mission is complete, even then you may not want to return; you would have to stop Grima and your…"
She stops and shakes her head slowly, as if it is information she'll share later; after the decision.
"If you choose to go to the world I will help you the best I can without suspicion, but if you don't you will live your normal life. You must choose now before the time is up, so young one what say you?"
I hesitate, this seems pretty serious for a dream, I ponder and I ask simply "Is the world of Fire Emblem: Awakening? If so can you supply me a sword, tomes and let me wield a lance?" She nods, "It shall be perilous but worth what it is, now your answer?"
To hell with it this will be awesome, "Aye".
I never knew how serious my decision was or the consequences of it, but Naga gave another sad smile to me. And, with a flick of her wrist an iron sword found itself in a sheath attached to my side, pouches strapped under my tartan scarf filled with vulenries, and a dark blue cloak with gold trimming and a light blue symbol identical to the one on my hand on its back wrapped around me. It was similar to Robin's cloak except for the symbols, colours, and well, it fitted me perfectly; I noticed tomes within the pockets inside. Before I could look at the other stuff I was given I was whisked off, though before my consciousness was lost I thought one last thing.
Coolio, though it seems a bit much for a dream.
Understatement. Of. The. Century.