Dreams (Chapter 2) - An Implied Message
She thought about that crazy dream, and the decision that she was about to make.
She got up and took a step forward, but collapsed. Her ankle stung and burned, like it had been twisted...
Once she steadied herself, putting her weight on her left foot, she looked around her small hole in the ground, which she called home.
Thinking about if she was sane or not, she grabbed her goat stomach satchel and stuffed it to the brim with everything she would need.
Really since she was so poor, she didn't have much of anything, except for an old half eaten loaf of bread, a dull dagger she used for cutting meat when she was fortunate enough to have it, some healing herbs, and a worn deerskin blanket.
She breathed in the deep smell of soil, letting it seep into her lungs and brain. She looked around her home for the last time, and carefully climbed out, with a lump in her throat and tears being held back in her eyes.
As she pulled herself up and out of the hole's entrance, she looked at the still dawning sky. She loved this time of day.
She took her first step on the dry ground, but stumbled on something, inflicting pain on her bad ankle once more.
She cursed in pain, and looked around the cracked earth for whatever she had tripped on.
Almost half a moment later she spotted it; a beautiful handle of a sword in its sheath.
The sword's handle was designed to look like a dragon with mist surrounding it, and it was encrusted with many jewels of many kinds. The dragon's eyes and nostrils were replaced with rubies, and the wings were entirely made of gems.
Dazed from what just happened, she grabbed the sword and looked around her to see if the owner was near. Nothing. Nothing but the sandy hills and the dead trees she had always known.
Looking down curiously at the sword in her hands, she carefully turned it over.
Startled at what she saw, she dropped the precious sword with fear and yelped in surprise.
She looked into the sky and yelled to nobody in particular and said, "Why? Why me?!"
Once she had calmed down she retrieved the weapon cautiously, as if it was going to explode and second. Once more she flipped it over to see the back of the sheath. On it was engraved in the most beautiful calligraphy :
"Those who ask for help will receive it, Rhiannon."
She stared at the words in shock. Her decision to leave was correct, but she needed to leave much sooner than she had expected.
She got up and took a step forward, but collapsed. Her ankle stung and burned, like it had been twisted...
Once she steadied herself, putting her weight on her left foot, she looked around her small hole in the ground, which she called home.
Thinking about if she was sane or not, she grabbed her goat stomach satchel and stuffed it to the brim with everything she would need.
Really since she was so poor, she didn't have much of anything, except for an old half eaten loaf of bread, a dull dagger she used for cutting meat when she was fortunate enough to have it, some healing herbs, and a worn deerskin blanket.
She breathed in the deep smell of soil, letting it seep into her lungs and brain. She looked around her home for the last time, and carefully climbed out, with a lump in her throat and tears being held back in her eyes.
As she pulled herself up and out of the hole's entrance, she looked at the still dawning sky. She loved this time of day.
She took her first step on the dry ground, but stumbled on something, inflicting pain on her bad ankle once more.
She cursed in pain, and looked around the cracked earth for whatever she had tripped on.
Almost half a moment later she spotted it; a beautiful handle of a sword in its sheath.
The sword's handle was designed to look like a dragon with mist surrounding it, and it was encrusted with many jewels of many kinds. The dragon's eyes and nostrils were replaced with rubies, and the wings were entirely made of gems.
Dazed from what just happened, she grabbed the sword and looked around her to see if the owner was near. Nothing. Nothing but the sandy hills and the dead trees she had always known.
Looking down curiously at the sword in her hands, she carefully turned it over.
Startled at what she saw, she dropped the precious sword with fear and yelped in surprise.
She looked into the sky and yelled to nobody in particular and said, "Why? Why me?!"
Once she had calmed down she retrieved the weapon cautiously, as if it was going to explode and second. Once more she flipped it over to see the back of the sheath. On it was engraved in the most beautiful calligraphy :
"Those who ask for help will receive it, Rhiannon."
She stared at the words in shock. Her decision to leave was correct, but she needed to leave much sooner than she had expected.
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