A warrior but also the nations most cherished possession. Unmatched agility mixing with the only inhuman blood left in her land. She stood, in the middle of a burning village, in the Far East, on the very border with the neighboring land. Demons, they lurked, she felt their presence, they could smell her blood and scattered into the last house that hadn't been lit on fire.
Her only sword was covered in flames, her armor was nonexistent. Her team covered her back as she was the only one who could cleanse the land in the one right way, her and the prince from the sister lands had to do it together. They were on the border, the politics were tight, she waited until the second team arrived before crossing to the other side. The other party was led by the man she had met before and knew just enough about.
He walked in the village from the opposite side, with his team of three. She glanced at the woman he had left behind, beyond the town border, where demons could not reach. She was holding a baby, wrapped in blankets, following an age-old tradition of keeping the next warrior close to the battle at all times. But what surprised our warrior the most was how striking the similarities were between her and the woman with the baby. If it was not natures work then rune-stones had done a job of giving her face to another one.
She looked away from her copy and waited as the prince reached her and offered his palm for a handshake, she received it, remembering the years they had spent in the academy, training, to become leaders. There was an attraction between them but there were never words they could share, there was a spark but their conversations always ended up awkward. It had been years since they had met the last time, though, they were both changed now, grown different, wiser.
A silence ensued, of words, the only sounds were the fire devouring the straw roofs and making the wooden structures collapse into coal. The prince gestured towards the other side of the village, where the only unburned house had been left and she nodded, it was a great honor to receive the permission of another leader to step over the border. Her feet moved lightly, they almost did not touch the ground. The heat from the huge bonfire around her did nothing to her body, she was as hot-blooded as it was.
Her speed was a gift that made others lose sight of her more often than not and her eyes were closed all the while moving closer to the house filled with the lost demon souls. She was not there to slay, they were not demons in the world they had come from, she was there to send them back home. The scared, the angry and lost, she knew that each creature dealt with emotions differently.
Her blade touched the walls of the building and it immediately lit up with green, red, yellow flames. She ran around as her sword kissed all the four walls of the house. Then, reaching the doors she stepped in, without fear, with her eyes closed, not to look at the alien creatures, not to scare them. Right in the middle, she stopped as they tried to touch her body, scratch it, anything, but they could not, it was like she was not even there. Her blade landed on the ground, deep into the plank floor, with a full force. There was silence.
She waited, a second, a minute, before opening her eyes. Looking around, the fire was gone and so the creatures. In another world lost souls would wake up from a slumber longer than usual. ''It was just a dream'' they would tell themselves as the warrior would continue on with her days as a princess.
She got up and turned around, the prince was standing in the doorway and behind him the weird woman now. He stepped forward and reached out his hand, she took it and got up with the help of him. There were no flames, the village was ruined, though. It was his turn now to bring back the happy world that had been there before. She stepped out of the hut and her warriors joined her, they stood in the town center looking how the prince swayed in the gentle wind and how atom by atom, dust by dust, the wind brought in pieces as tiny as nothing and settled them together in walls, roofs, and windows.
Magic was what they had. Knowledge about different worlds and abilities, each independent and unique. They did mix their blood with their people, rarely though as it could bring madness. She sensed that the woman with the baby had a skill she felt unsettled about, she was quite sure if the woman was a halfling. Her eyes met with her once in a while, she had hate in her eyes masked by a sly smile. Their faces were similar but she felt the difference of character, it wasn't the first time somebody tried to look like her as if that would help them become her.
The prince walked around the town center and moved in, closer to her. Her eyes left the other woman and met with the monarch. He smiled, that warm smile that she remembered, the one that made her heartbeat uneven.
-- I have been wondering, my lady. Times have changed, I have changed and I know, that you most definitely have gone through some experiences that made you different from who we were back then. Would you be interested in going to the festival of Spring together? Maybe now, as adults, we can find a common topic...- his voice was like honey, not as high pitched as when they had been teenagers. She smiled, almost lost in the eyes of a familiar stranger. She had to say yes, she wanted to as well. It was beneficial for both of their lands and if they liked each other that would be a welcome bonus.
-- I would be honored. As you invited me over your border in the battle, I would like to invite you to celebrate in my land, it has been a while since you visited us.- she gave him her palm, he touched it once more.The deal was made as their energies exchanged through each other's bodies. They talked, they laughed and all the while she felt the other woman staring at her back.
It was Spring, it was always Spring after a battle. The seasons behaved as they liked to, there was no particular order to them. Only the monarchs knew when they would change, they had a deep connection with the land around. The next morning started with birds singing and trees blooming, far from the village that had burned and been rebuilt. Where the dirt road met meadows and the natural spring, that served as a worship place, a parade of women, all dressed in flowing peach gowns, walked right past the secret grounds and away, to the capital.
All young all pure, there must have been at least a thousand of girls holding flowers, walking in a neat procession and singing. It was perfect, without an error, there was no dust raising in the air. A tiny road joined the general path, a smaller one that featured our warrior who had now become a princess, until the next battle. She had no sword, no tight clothes, instead she was wearing a dress flowing like it had no weight. It was white, it touched the dirt road but, it never got dark from the dust of the path. A true princess she was.
She looked to her right, from where the girls were walking, taking up half of the road. She could see where the line ended and so it was time for her to move towards the stream. She started slow and she bowed to the girls when she stepped off the smaller road on the wide path, she then continued on, turning right, walking and looking, at the prince in the distance, accompanied by his party. Her dress danced, she was like a dream, her hands trembled of unfamiliar excitement.
Step by step, the peach beauties moved further away from her and, finally, before the last turn to the stream the final girls from the procession passed her and left with the melody, now giving her access to the songs of nature. She was almost there and her eyes followed the path, she was excited, wanting to find out if they had a chance. If their lands had a chance.
She heard the water bubble and she looked back one last time, at her people before making the step around the corner. She smiled and let go. It was time to start a new chapter, maybe with a close friend. As she made the step around, she stopped in her tracks and looked at the three creatures in front of her. They brought completely different emotions to her mind. She was confused, a tingle of fear tugged at her more human side. It was irrational but she just stood there, paralyzed.
Snakes, white snakes were on the ground, right in front of her. They seemed to not notice her, just dancing on their own. She had no sword and she did not like those creatures, the ones that she had never seen on her land before. They had only been observed in extended geography books, they came from her ancestor's planet, they had not been seen here... anywhere on this Earth.
She stood there, frozen. Until she heard the voice of one of her companions. Her group was always in the vicinity, they stayed as close as possible, even through rituals. They sensed when she was unsettled and so one of them joined her, the only one that was allowed. A priest by profession.
He observed the snakes and took off his fighting stick from his back. He poked one of them and then grabbed it fast and threw the creature downhill. They seemed harmless like they were not going to attack. But they were there for a reason, she knew that clearly. There were no snakes in her land.
She looked up at the sky and closed her eyes, she breathed in and let out a sight. The land shook, a wave of energy left her. Predators. She was a hot-blooded creature, afraid of the cold snakes. She felt like the pray and so she reached out to the warm-blooded killers that could help her with her problem.
Her energy hit the prince, he was of her blood as well. He ran, immediately, without hesitation, to see what was so dire. She was a princess today, not supposed to use weapons, not supposed to fight and he knew he had to look after the kind close to his. He saw it from the distance. The creatures in front of her. And he stopped the second he could distinguish them and looked back at where his baby brother was held by his caretaker, the woman.
The princess felt two things, the energy bounce back from another cold creature and how a warm source of power moved closer to her. She looked away from the sky, to where it exuded from, she saw the prince looking at the woman and her looking back, challenging. The prince reached his hand up and one of his guards moved, it happened fast.
The monarch took out a sword and took a head off of a sake, the guard of his took the baby out of the woman's hands as she screamed. The cold-blooded energy source was her. She had the blood of both, the locals and the monarchs. She had something in her hands, a power that brought past to this planet and endangered its ecosystem.
She had gone mad. First, she had changed her face in early age, when she had found out that the young prince had taken a liking to a princess in his academy. Then her power started taking over her human side. It put thoughts in her mind, to temper and attack and when the prince did not notice her how she wanted him to, she had opened a passage to another world and invited demons into a small, border village. She wanted to scare the princess, get out the competition and if that would not work, go as far as killing.
But she had no opportunity, she thought the prince to be fond of her, he had never raised his hand against her snakes. She thought he would love her if she was around long enough, but he did not and her mind went darker day by day. She screamed now, it was a pain taking over her body, she was connected with her own creatures. She dropped to her knees and saw how the princess did the same, but not out of pain, she was chanting. The prince was by her side, his hand on her back and they looked at each other before looking at the snake mover.
There was a pain in the princesses eyes before she closed them and the last thing the one snake of the group saw was worlds flash her by.
This was an interesting dream of a kind of a love triangle. Well, there was no triangle. The monarchs liked each other, they were getting to know each other and talking about joining together, not solemnly because of love but of politics as well. The lady in the middle tried to interfere as much as she could and, yes, she sent the snakes.
I really enjoyed this dream an I had trouble waking up from it, my mind usually does not let me wake up before I finish a dream.
The dream was beautiful, the ritual was held in green meadows and the young woman procession moved in unison with their dresses dancing gracefully, it was the most amazing sight!
I wish you the best day, today, tomorrow and forever,
Linda
I think you just found my dream mountain cave home! :D
besides that, sounds like that was some wild "roller-coaster ride" of a dream you had, with (if I understood correctly) a rather bitter woman stuck in the middle just trying to muck everything up out of shear jealously, over essentially... nothing! lol
Those cave-homes are in Myra, Turkey, I loved to look at them. We had to sneak into the site as it was already closing time, totally worth it! :D
Yes, you understood it correctly, some lunatic tried to mess up my beautiful dream :D
good post,i love your post and resteem.
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