6/30/09

I dreamt of another world filled with warriors and maidens.

I was in a caravan transporting goods to the castle on a forest path next to a river.

Suddenly thick purple clouds filled the sky, blocking out the sun and black lightening cracked the air, some even striking the ground.

Everyone had seemed to have gone insane.

I was struck off my horse and I rolled down the hill towards the river.

I stopped at the bank and looked up at the sky, seeing the clouds had left as quickly as they appeared.

I climbed the hillside and found that my party had left ahead of me.

I panicked and ran after them, my horse having run off in the chaos.

I couldn't catch up to them and my eyes welled up with tears. I was lost and alone in this place.

I rubbed my eyes and put on a determined front and started to follow the path that my party went.

Suddenly I was grabbed by scaly hands and everything went dark.

When I awoke, I found my wrists and ankles were chained and that I was in a dungeon cell.

Guarding my cell were armored raptor like men and staring at me was a man clad in midnight armor and a blood red cape.

He had icy blue eyes and a scar that ran down his right eye to his cheek.

He sneered and opened my cell door.

I backed into a corner and made myself as small as possible.

He reached out his hand and placed it on top off my head, the bottom of his palm covering my eyes.

"You will help me."

I wanted to disappear, to get away from this man, my mind screaming,

'Not him!'

Sweet darkness came and I fell into the black abyss of my mind, escaping from the reaches of this man's eyes and voice.