Disclaimer: If I were Misty, why would I be writing fanfiction…

A Glimpse of a Dream

This is a story.

A story about a girl.

This girl was special,

Yet for those she grew up around,

It was hard to tell.

These people were her family,

Family because of blood, but naught else.

As a child she was shunned,

For dreaming of days long gone,

Of legends, of magic, of battle.

She was left without a friend.

Thirteen years she was misunderstood.

Her marriage was to be arranged,

At this tender age.

Three options were offered her,

Yet she took a fourth.

She chose to run,

To leave the only place she had ever known.

In a bag, she packed her meager belongings,

And fled to wait out the night,

Crouching in a small crevice in a cliff.

It was here that he came to her,

Here that he turned her life around.

As he materialized out of the mist,

She heard a voice,

A voice that answered her every prayer,

And made her every dream come true.

It may have been because of this,

Or possibly,

Possibly because she knew not of this custom,

That she threw away the knowledge of his voice,

Mistaking him to be lost.

She grabbed at the chance,

The chance to be able to ride one,

If only to return him.

She rode him to the center of their country,

For at the center lie the capital.

And upon arrival at the palace,

She was told that this dream,

This dream she thought she had but a glimpse of,

Finally came true.