Will of the Heart
eternalsnow123
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Dew, Sheep, and Tea
As the sun started to rise it illuminated the dew on the grass, as if to give a little bit of its warmth to each drop. The light started flooding in like an ocean, but this was no ordinary ocean. This ocean was trying to wake me up from a dream I was having. I didn't want to wake up because it was a dream I scryed by myself. I never knew why, or how, but whenever I scryed a dream or tried to "look ahead" I somehow had a feeling that it was going to happen and when it did, it felt like deja vu. I wonder what this illusion is… It probably has something to do with my tendency to daydream… I have heard of the ancient legends about magic, and mystical creatures that live in an alternate dimension or as we call it "The Realm of Magic". Shuffling out of bed I washed up, changed into my work clothes and headed out to tend to the sheep.
The sheep were especially loud this morning, they just wouldn't stop moaning or moving around. Something was bothering them. There was a fluttering sound among the leaves of one of our trees. It was there for an instant. This small white spark replaced the sound. Maybe it was sheep fuzz… It is morning and I shouldn't go off thinking strange things. I picked up my satchel filled with feed and felt the embroidery work on it… The letters: C, H, E, Z, and A were embroidered tightly on it. It was so worn out from constant use that the thread was getting frayed; I hugged it tightly against my chest. My mother made this satchel for me when I was learning how to talk, but I can't seem to remember her face… The fluttering was becoming more apparent as the hours staggered by until I saw a familiar face draw closer…
"Cheza! I just heard some wonderful news down in the market," yelled Adi.
"By good do you mean something that we would enjoy?" I asked.
Adi chuckled, and then replied, "Don't you have any faith in me?"
"Adi, tell me all about it!" I laughed.
As we talked we started meandering off topic and reminiscing about our childhood. Adi is my best friend. She was always there for me whenever I was lonely. When mother died, and everything crumbled, I met her. When the sun was right above our heads I bid her farewell and sent the sheep back into their pens. It was time to head down to the market place.
People were huddling around shops and stalls like bees buzzing around honey. The heat was excruciating so I stopped by Miki's Tavern to get something cool to drink. I was in luck! The new shipment of lemons and ginger were in today! Whenever Miki had lemons and ginger she brewed cool ginger tea. This tea cures any ailment in a quick sip. I was dying for a cold glass. It was as if the heat was burning a hole through the top of my head and continuing its journey, splitting me in half.