The Weaver of Dreamers doesn't only make Witch, dreams made flesh but also grants dreams to flesh. And what is the line between worlds for a strong dreamer?
A figure is sprawled across the large bed, the fine golden hair tangled about her body as a result of her reaction to her own dream. A dream that had been repeating and wished for even in her every waking moment. Her wish to have the power to protect the people and land from more war. This dream had been with her since the War had broken out and grew stronger now that she was Vice Foreign Minister and the beginnings of another war grew stronger and she knew this time unstoppable. But this was the first time anything had ever answered her while in the dream.
Relena… Relena said of voice of unbelievable darkness which also somehow created a sense of hope and belonging instead of fear.
Amazing how such darkness whispering my name can surround me with love. Even as I understand my sleeping state, knowledge of what is decided here in a …. Dream, yes a dream, will change everything.
Relena, you have been calling and asking to stop what is coming. But everything has a price. You and others will be given power, but it must be you to show them the way. If you are willing to pay the price, gather your strength and look into the abyss and you will find your way.
"Wait! Can you say exactly what is coming? What to you mean show them the way? I don't even know my own way," I shout, frustration clearly evident as my words echo back.
But the darkness only repeated gather your strength and look into the abyss further below me.
Fine if your going to play hard to get I'm coming was my final thought before pushing back my shoulders, gathering myself and spiraling into the darkness below me.
Instantly a gray haziness surrounded my limbs and it was clear this was no longer only a dream; but I, with my stubborn need for answers, continued into the abyss. Something other than the voice was calling to me further down, something that I knew was mine.
On and on I spiral into the darkness, leaving the light above me. Even though there is nothing but darkness around me, fear has no hold on me, I feel more truly welcomed in this empty darkness, this abyss, than I have since becoming the Vice Foreign Minster. Besides something below is calling to me promising knowledge and I sink more into the darkness pushing back my body's physical awareness.
Finally I reach what has been calling me. Laying on a delicate looking web is a cut dark jewel set in a intricate necklace. Of my hands own accord I find the jewel in my hand and knowledge of what I am.
You were once queen of the world, but now you are a Queen. Daughter I am glad to have shown you your true self said the darkness.
Sudden jarring sound cut through the deep welcoming darkness and I felt my body jerk up, as I was jerk back to my body. The hateful sound, which not for the first time, ended my sense of happiness and shoved me back into reality. "Damn alarm!" came out roughly and even to me undistinguishable, words which I've said, not for the first time in response to the noise. Groggy eyes and arm swing, my hand eventually finds the off, blessed silence after the harsh sound of the evil call back to the day.
In the privacy of my bedroom, truly the only privacy in my life, I let out the sigh as the relaxed feeling from the dream fades and the knowledge of the day brings on the stress. "Mmmmm….this is the first time in….I don't know how long, that I've woken up and I feel rested. How strange since that dream was so vivid and real seeming. Humf. As if something in my dreams will actually give me something, anything to stop this war. Stop this daydreaming" I admonish myself sharply, "you can't do anything period to stop what is coming. Unless you get out of bed!" and propel myself out of bed. Only to stop short as the force of my weight on my hand creates sharp and sudden pain in my right hand.
Slowly my eyes are drawn to my hand, as the last part of the dream comes back to me. There in my hand, surrounded by a thin line of blood is a jewel I've never seen before… except in my dream. It called to me. It was dark and beautiful and it sung to me. As I sat there starring down at my hand my jewel, yes my jewel sung to me and I responded. Without knowing how my mind stretched out and touched it, entered into it and once again was in the comforting place of my dream. Power was all around me, and in me. It both felt alien and familiar. So powerful, so wonderful, so deadly, so scary and once again the darkness spoke to me Welcome daughter, you have embrace your true self, now you must learn what you are. When the time is right you will be taken and shown yourself.
Then the voice was gone and I was still in the dark comforting place, the power was still there as was the sense of belonging. On the outside of this realm, I felt powerless and never quite welcomed, here I brought the feelings of power into myself for when I must face the world again. After floating in this place and absorbing what I could hold of the comfort and power of the place, how am I suppose to get out of here, and instantly I was back in my room seating on the bed looking at my black jewel.