I had a dream this past night. Or, at least, I think I had a dream. It has been so long since I truly dreamt, since I truly felt the nocturnal ecstasy of my mind’s wandering.
I dreamt of my time spent in my father’s home out in the village of… Actually, I don’t remember the village’s name. It has been a very long time since I lived with my father. I do not quite recall what he looked like, but within my mind’s eye the image was clear as day.
He told me of a horrible event to come, and wept profusely. At this point, I cannot remember if he was weeping with tears of sadness or tears of joy. Regardless, I could not console him, and my frustrations became visible as I thrashed and screamed. I do not remember the event he foretold.
When I awoke with a start, I was once again in my bare, musty chambers. Sunlight pierces through the dusty air and landed on my pallid form. Another day has arrived, and I am certainly expected to be dressed and within my lady’s vicinity before she awoke.
I pull the gray tunic about my torso and belt it tightly. Crawling down from the attic’s hatch, I find myself in the castle proper. Dawn’s first rays are shining dimly through the frosted windows into the hallway, illuminating the stone pathway before me.
This is the first chapter of my latest story, Lady's Blessing
. The story itself was written sometime last January, and it's been simmering and getting minor edits until I finished A Lion In The Wyvern's Nest
. Now that that's finished, I am bringing it into the brick. It's a bit different from my other stories as you will soon learn, and it carries the same sort of atmosphere that The Throne of Sta'Lit
had. Anyways, enough babbling! C&C welcome.