Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141003213306/@comment-5583506-20141006191330

Rowan Autumn-Arrow wrote:

(timeskip?) (Not quite yet.)

''He speaks of his home so warmly, as if it was obvious that everyone has a place like that to call home. ''

"Yes..." She nodded a little disoriented. "Yes, we will head out tomorrow. Goodnight... ehm, Rowan", she said and headed up to her room.

She sat down on her bed and stared blindly in front of her, thoughts rushing through her head. She didn't want this to be the end of their journey, but she knew that it had finally come to the moment where she would never see him again.

So they were going to Maiden's Rest, but what then? Would that really change anything? Her memories were still a mess. She was still chased by the Shadow. She had cheated death so many times that it would make for a excellent subject of bestseller novel. And what if Maiden's Rest was just another dead end with no answers to give?

It didn't matter if Rowan was still with her on this last journey, she still felt abandoned, and at odds with a ridiculous amount of unanswered questions.

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As she lied down in the bed she dreamt of herself and another woman who could only be identified as none other than Grita Snow-Fog.

"He is just so adorable!" said Myling as she was sitting in the tall grass of a sunny field.

"Who?" asked Grita.

"..." Whenever she said the name of her fiancé, it was blurred out in the dream. As if it had been deleted from the very existence.

"Yeah, sure he is", laughed her neighbour. "You only met him a couple of weeks ago."

"He proposed", snickered Myling.

"He did not?!"

Myling nodded and blushed. "We are getting married at the end of this week."

"But Myling... aren't you a bit young? And what would your father say?"

"I will tell him everything right up to his face and then I will run my way and never come back. The only thing that made life beareable here in Maiden's Rest was your company Grita. You and your family have always been kind to me. Even though your father is always at odds with mine."

"Well... your father isn't exactly the most friendliest of fellows around here."

"I agree", replied Myling and lied down in the tall grass, looking up at the clouds. "You know, I had the strangest dream last night."

"Oh, yeah?" said Grita and laid down beside her. "What was it about?"

"I can't really explain." Myling's expression changed to that of anxiousness. "It was... awkward... and somewhat scary. I dreamt that I stood at the path leading up to Maiden's Rest, only that it had now changed. It looked as if the fence and the gate leading to our little settlement had aged with a hundreds of years. The hinges to the gate had rusted, and moss had begun to grow at the fence. And as I walked along the path I noticed that all of the surroundings had changed as well. This field we are lying in was withered and scorched. The cottages were falling apart and looked as if no one had been maintaining them for decades."

Grita swallowed and sounded worried. "Myling, you are scaring me..."

"I am scaring myself", she said. "Finally I reached a pond at the back of my own cottage. Neither my father or my mother was there. It looked like our home had been abandoned for quite some time. By the pond there was a robed old woman, hiding her face within a darkened hood and by her side stood a strapping young man, a Nord..."

"Was it... you know?"

Myling shook her head. "No, it wasn't him. But it could have been. I almost immediately felt some sort of connection to this man. Even though I had never met him, and even it felt as if we were worlds apart from each other, it felt as if though I really cared for him."

"In that way?" giggled Grita. "You little minx! You already have your dreamboat. Don't you dare go putting your hands on strange, gourgeous men within your dreams now!"

Myling did not smile however. "It was kind of sad actually", she said somberly. "I cared for him even though I didn't know him. Maybe because he reminded me of my own and husband-to-be. Somehow it felt as if I didn't belong in that strange version of Maiden's Rest at all. As if I was in the wrong place..."

"Well, how does this end?" asked Grita.

"It ends with these two figures by the pond. Urging me to look down into the dark waters. But as I bend over and peer down into the depths, I can see something emerging from beneath. It is my own face." She could feel tears slowly running from her eyes. "It was pale and lifeless. And as I scream, two arms made out of shadows pops out from the water and drags me down with them."

"That's scary!" exclaimed Grita and sat up. "What happened to the handsome one?"

"I don't know, that's just how the dream ends", lamented Myling. "Anyway, I probably should head back home now. I prepare to tell my father. Wish me best of luck."

"I will!" said Grita. "My family will be cheering for you!"

And as she ran away with her skirts almost floating upon the air, she could have sworn that she felt a malevolent darkness approaching her, following her... A calm before the storm...

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Myling awoke in cold sweat. There was no mistake. This wasn't an ordinary nightmare. It was a dream as well as it had been a memory. The only question was what it meant to her. What she found even more odd, was the memory of the dream she had had the night before she had told her father of her plans to elope.

The figures by the pond in the dream... Surely they couldn't have been...? No. She was just being silly. She had neither met Riamide or Rowan by that time. It had been three years ago, after all...