Renaissance

by Nine of Swords

Gwendolyn, a normal girl, has visions of a figure black as night, with eyes like storm yet he looks upon her with paternal pride. Who is he? Is he real? Or is it all in her head? Part 1 of the Rebirth of Magic Cycle.

1. Dark Dreams

Disclaimer: Dragonlance, although masterful, is not mine. Likewise, I'm not Poe. Gwendolyn

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I had that dream again last night. They all whirled in my head, the dark-haired woman, the man with white hair and gold-leaf skin, the raven-haired, emerald-eyed elf who flashed a mysterious grin, they all spun, flashing, until finally He emerged. Eyes of storm, hair of obsidian, robes of night- he smiled at me. A paternal smile.

I don't know why they haunt me. I don't know why they always walk my dreams. I don't even know who they are. I call out to them, every night. I say, "Who are you? Why do you haunt me?"

They only smile and whisper "Destiny."

I've tried to escape them. I've tried to sit up all night, yet the dawn always finds me in their grip. One morning, I awoke to find a book open on my desk, a book I was sure had been closed the night before. I looked at the page. "Prophet! Thing of evil! Prophet still, if bird or devil!" I read from the page. What were these visions in the night? Were they evil omens? "Prophet still, if bird or devil..."

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