004 - A Dream
Sometimes The Warden would dream of a place that felt familiar.
He feels at peace as the wind caresses his cheeks. When he shifts his gaze downwards, he'd see a child smiling at him. The baby's golden eyes are round with fascination as they stare at one another, but soon the child would slowly lull to sleep. Then he'd feel a familiar presence walking towards him. He tries to turn his head, but he can't. He knows who this is though. He smells the faint scent of herbs and spices swimming in the air, and then he is completely sure. His witch is here.
He feels her deign closer until her soft lips press against his cheek. His lips curve into a smile. The child shifts in his arms, wakes and then laughs.
This is happiness for The Warden. It is a dream he wishes to be trapped in. Forever to feel her lips pressed against his skin. Forever to hold his child in his arms. Forever to feel a life that would never be his but could have been.
But he knows that a dream is a dream. Nothing more.
And then he wakes.
