It's the same dream again.

I'm in the middle of what was a green grassy field with the sun beating down on everyone but the dust in the air is giving everything a errie golden brown color. There's a fierce battle taking place and the battle is at a turning point where anything can happen and will. I've been fighting for a while now. There's sweat and dirt covering my face and arms. My gown is torn and ripped from near misses from the spells or the hand to hand combat that I've been doing. I'm trying so hard to find the one that I'm supposed to protect. I know that he's around here somewhere but it's hard to see with all the dust in the air. All I can see are the shadows of those fighting. I start running trying to keep my shield up for a little while to keep the spells from harming me. I hear my protector calling out my name but I keep running as he fights those who dare to either cross his path or harm me. I know I'm running out of time and need to find the one I'm supposed to protect soon. As I come to an area where the dust has somehow cleared away, I see him facing his mortal enemy. He sees me but I can't see his face clearly. I run as fast as I can towards him but as I do I see a bright flash of light. I panic and try to run faster but then I see him fall to the ground. I'm not sure if he's still alive or dead. That's when I hear someone yelling. I think it was me but it's hard to tell with others screaming also. That's when I feel someone grab my shoulders and I start to panic.