The great lion walked through her dreams. Magnificently large, terribly beautiful, and utterly ferocious, it nevertheless brought a feeling of calm and safety into her troubled mind. She never had nightmares, the night she nights she dreamed of the lion. In her dreams, the lion would call to her in His deep voice, and she would follow. He would show her strange lands and people, wars fought long ago and beautiful kings and queens. The stuff of fairy tales. And all this was completely outside her world, and yet familiar, just as the lion Himself was a beloved companion and teacher, and yet completely alien. His beautiful and terrible mane, His paws padding along softly beside her, hiding the razor sharp claws inside, His gaping mouth that could swallow her whole, yet gave her comfort when his breath touched her face—all these where like a beautiful echo of something she had known before. She felt like he was calling her back. Back where? After all, this was only a dream, though dearer than most. But sometimes she allowed herself to think back to the words He said last in her dreams, and imagine….
"Take courage, dear heart. For I have overcome the world, and you shall find me once again. "