I'm dreaming again. I know because I'm made out of that weird viscous light again. But this time I'm in a forest. Well, I'm actually in a clearing, but the clearing is in a forest, so I'm right. Technically.

I'm also not alone.

One the other side of the clearing a shape is forming. It seems to be pouring through this brilliant green tunnel, slowly becoming more and more solid. I should be afraid. I think wherever I left my actually body there is a bit of fear, but that is far away from here. The part of me that is here, now, watching this feels removed yet oddly fascinated.

The shape that finally manifests after the dramatic light show is a woman. A scantily clad woman. In fact, all she's wearing is vines and heavy leather boots that rise to her knees. They are nice vines and I am sure they are very popular to wear where she's from, and they really bring out the red in her hair, but my ears still glow with heat and my gaze once again finds my feet. Vines aren't exactly a modest look.

I don't hear her walk towards me. But this is a dream. Things like that can happen I guess. Yet her hand stroking my cheek feels very real. Too real.

I jerk back, trembling and fighting off the surge of memory. I can feel the tears pricking the corners of my eyes. But I won't let them fall, not here.

"Poor thing." I look up at the sound of her voice, searching for any sign that she's mocking me, or worse, pitying me. Instead I find a tender look on her face. It reminds me of Mari.

Mari. By the Triforce I miss her. And Talen. I haven't thought about them since I was captured. It just hurts too much. I don't know how they handled this. I don't know if they know or even I hope I'm alive. Maybe Talen is angry. Maybe he thinks I abandoned him. Maybe he's sick of how much trouble I cause him. I always cause him trouble. I try so hard to avoid it but trouble keeps showing on my doorstep. And despite not trying to be burden I still hope that he took after me.

The tears that were prickling are now pouring down my face. Shit, I'm sobbing. Yeah, I know, I cried in front of Mordred, but that was different. Right now I'm just being a crybaby. Tears don't solve anything. They just demonstrate weakness. They're superfluous. I should be stronger than this. I wrap my arms around me, gasping and trying to steady my breathing.

She wraps her arms around me and just holds me, humming that same song, same lullaby I heard in my last dream. And I just keep crying and crying. Fuck, I can't stop it. I have to wait for the tears to run their course before I can finally breath normally again. And even then I still take a few minutes to compose myself before I extract me from her arms.

"Sorry. I'm done now." I laugh shakily but she just keeps this soft sad smile on her face. It's full of shadows. I've seen that smile on Talen's face whenever someone says something naive and optimistic. It's the "things will get worse from here, but you'll find out soon enough" smile. It sends chills down my spine. Bad Omens.

Then the shadows lift from her face and she finally speaks. "I am the Great Fairy of the Forest. I have a gift for you. Receive it now." She touches my chest and I feel heat gather in my center. My entire body goes rigid, unable to move. Surprisingly, it's not painful, or even uncomfortable, just unusual.

Then images begin to race behind my eyes. It's me, holding a sword. I'm holding it at an odd angle, pointing it behind me instead of in front. Then the sword begins to glow, the color intensifying the longer the image of me holds it. He, well, I, swing the sword in a brilliant flash of color, using the force of the swing to spin a full circle.

Then I go slack and stumble forward a few steps. The woman, well, Great Fairy I guess, catches my hands, placing something cool and smooth into them and then using my loss of balance to pull me forward so she can whisper in my ear.

"That was my gift to you. And this is from my Mistress."

And suddenly I'm awake.

I remember this dream pretty clearly. The one I had had before returns in shadows and fragments. Huh. I had completely forgotten about it. Maybe I have a dream danger response or something. That's pretty crazy, but hey, so were past the few days.

I go to ease myself into sitting. That's strange… why I am I holding something? I look down at my hands to see whatever has been placed in them.

….?!

Uh, wow.

I'm holding an ocarina. A nice ocarina. Like if ocarinas had royalty I just found the matriarch of the family and she's still ruling type nice ocarina. It's a metallic blue in color and has elaborate etch work done all around the edges, much of it displaying holy symbols. And the funny thing about it? I don't even care about the ocarina. I could probably sell this thing and retire and I don't care.

I'm too busy still being floored by what's hanging off of it.

It's my mother's necklace.

At this point there isn't really much I can do but blink stupidly. Whoa, real dream. I watch the thought cross my mind and fade into the silent confusion I now feel.

Fuck it, it's Hyrule, land of the Triforce and all that shit. Magic happens here. Be grateful instead of over thinking this. That's my explanation and I am sticking to it and not thinking about what it means to have a woman, a scantily clad woman, be able to pass me notes while I sleep.

I slip my mother's necklace under my tunic. Under my soft, supple, nonexistent tunic…Wait a tick. Why I am naked? Why are mornings so confusing? Why does this keep happening to me?

I wrap the blanket around me and quickly give the room a scan. Well, at least I'm alone this time.

The room is actually rather strange. Everything in it is mini and child size, except for the ceiling, which seems rise up forever. Plus the room is completely round. The furniture, a small table and chair, as well as a few cupboards, is awkwardly arrange to try and fit with the walls, but fails as square things in round holes tend to do.

Oh looky, there's clothes on the table. I make my way over there, wrapping the blanket around my waste just in case there is someone else here with me. With the month I've been having you just never know.

I slip into the clothes. They have to be for me, they're my size. I have a feeling that my regular outfit has probably been burned or something. I can't really fault anyone if that's what happened.

Nor can I complain about this outfit, even though I feel like a clown. I am now wearing a bright green tunic. It's got sleeves that end just before my elbow and a hem that stops about three inches above my knee. At least it comes with a nice practical brown leather belt that helps make the effect less ridiculous. And the belt even has a pouch in which I can slip the ocarina into.

Because underneath my tunic I am wearing a tight, long sleeved, white shirt that came with matching pants. Just ignoring the idiocy of white clothing for a moment I am still trying to wrap my idea around tights. Why the hell are they so comfy? Well, at least I'll feel good while I look like an ass.

Oh, look, a hat. It's not a style I'm used to wearing; it's more of a cone of fabric. Whatever, a hat is hat. I plunk it on my head and tuck the tips of my ears under the fabric. And I suddenly feel safe again. And way less ridiculous.

I then slip on the leather gauntlets that have been left on the table. When these people decide to dress you they go all out. At least the boots are my own. I have no idea how I am going to pay whoever gave me the clothes back.

I guess I'm ready to go out and find out what's going on now and face the day. Who knows? Maybe people won't be being weird today.

Well here it is for now. i will try to get back to this again by uh Monday? just keep looking oh and reviewing! adios

Axel18