Zira Townsend's Journal - a DnD story

by slvrbird5

Zira an aasimar and Grave Cleric of Kelemvor expected to devote herself to helping her community grieve the loss of their loved ones. But Kelemvor and her Deva, Marat, have other plans. Undead roam the land and Kelemvorites consider them an abomination to be destroyed. Zira must heed the call. And she'll need companions to help her rid the land of these monstrosities.

6. Ches 25 - Midnight

Updated 1/8/24

25th of Ches - Midnight

DREAM FROM MARAT

I'm riding along a road, Val at my side. We're talking, smiling, and laughing together. We look so happy and at ease in each other's company… the dream blurs… I'm at a tavern paying for a round for everyone. Again!? There's music and dancing, and I see Val dance by with a pretty redhead. I feel myself smiling… the dream blurs… I'm at home. Mom, Dad, and Envon all look older. There's a brunette with smiling eyes sitting next to Envon. Val sits to my left… the dream blurs… Val and I are at a party, dressed in our finest. We talk with nearly everyone on our way to the dance floor. Val twirls me around the dance floor. I look so beautiful, graceful, and happy… the dream blurs… We're with Val's pride. He doesn't see them often and they're so happy to be together. They kept calling him by another name, but I can't remember, or I couldn't understand, what they were saying.

This is very peculiar because I remember everything Marat shows me in my dreams, just like I lived it.

Val's family all hug and thank me. I can tell we've known each other for years... the dream blurs… We're much older. I can see his dark stripes are gray against his even whiter fur, and I know my hair must be full of gray too. We're in a field. And we look content and complete.

I recognize this last scene from my first dream of Val. How did I miss that we were together? Did you hide that part from my Marat?

When I woke my face was wet with tears of joy. Thank you for showing me that there will also be peace and happiness in my future, Marat.

Z