The night was cool, as I went to sleep a haunting dream beckoned to be remembered, of a face unclear and a choice unmade. It draws me in.
The confusion of my mind has not cleared. The fog that had set in and administered a warning of time still presses against my soul. The conflict of the fog is unclear to me and the reason of its setting is puzzling. I was taken aback when the meadow had changed into a setting in which a fight was breaking out in. a man of a purpose dodges the fog and enters the cleared meadow attacking and nearly killing me before running off. The fog still gives no head to the events which unfold from with-in. darkness tries to consume me but a voice breaks through calling me back, a voice which warms me and yet sends chills threw my body. I shiver slightly at this, as if cold had grasped my soul and yet my soul burns with fire. The feeling thrills me, yet is confusing. Times running out they said, you must choose its beckons me, as my mind swirls in this thought, I am lifted up and carried to the base of a tree. I am set down, still in the arms of the man that had carried me, he holds me close as if not wanting to let go. The sensation of fire and cold rise inside, this, I think, troubles me and yet it’s a feeling I’ve yearned for, for so many years, the man bends down and gently brushes his lips across mine, the shivering increases and runs throughout my body and yet the fire consumes my very existence and soul. What is this feeling, I think, how could someone feel this way towards someone in which they don’t even know?
A man with a sword shows in the fog now, just as the man holding me lifts his head from the soft kiss. Then the voices speak once more and at that moment I realize my wounds were healed. The wind blows and the leaves rustle, you must choose for times almost up, which choice do you wish what decision have you made? I sit there puzzled; I still don’t understand what I must choose and why time would be running out. The man holding me pulls be closer towards him as the man from the fog approaches. Then a third man runs out from the left of the tree threw the fog, and once again I am being lifted into the air and carried towards the third man. I am handed over to him and the man which had saved me say, “Take her brother make sure she stays safe.” As I am carried off into the fog I try and protest but to no avail, my voice couldn’t make a sound, so I hold onto the third man slightly crying and praying for the man who saved me. As we start to disappear into the fog I glance back and see the two men run towards each other in fighting stances and attack one another, and then they disappear into a white mist. The voices once more talk to me, you have to discover your choose, you have to go to the truth and hold onto it, if you miss this chance you will never receive it again. This is your choice child choose well and go with your decision, either choice has a tragedy, yet each has its own purpose, and one holds your happiness, choose well…… then the voice fades. I awaken in my room, with the feeling of this was not no normal dream, it had felt to real. But the people within it are unseen and unknown.
