Fragments of a Dream:
"She could have saved herself. But instead she saved me. She said her name was Emrys. Growing up, I believed her to be an angel, someone to guide and hold me. She told me stories. Stories about my destiny. And I found myself falling in love with her again and again. Now when I feel the light of the moon on me, smell the weather turning, when I face my own mortality, I feel her close, I can sense her here, still talking to me, narrating to me, haunting me, making my life a dream, as she continues to crawl inside my mind and recite to me my own story, a story, a life I wished she shared."
~Arthur Pendragon.
Hello to whoever is reading this. This is something I wrote in my notebook while attending a boring class at Uni. So I thought I should post it. Maybe someone would like or get inspired by it. In my head I had this whole story coming together. To anyone who follows me, sorry that I have been away. Uni has been insane and a lot of work but that's a story for another time. Forgive me for any mistakes I might have made, you can obviously tell English is not my first language. xx
