this prophecy may come true, and that Samana is tied to it somehow, that she has a purpose with the fulfillment of this prophecy…”
The owl craned his neck beside the Mother as he spoke. “The dreams I told you she’s been having have also filled me with a sense of worry. The eclipse draws nearer, only a week away. I feel we should make council with her soon.”
The Mother nodded agreement with her friend. “Let us make it tomorrow, allow her a good rest tonight.”
The owl bowed to the glorious Mother, and feeling that he would rather walk instead of fly, started his way down the stairs, back to his chamber.
Samana was in a deep sleep as she tossed and turned, sweating heavily, thrashing the covers from her form as she dreamed.
In her dream, she was surrounded by a wide plain of sand, wind billowing around her. She watched from afar as two armies opposed each other in combat, blade against blade, mingling with screams in the air. All happened with a muffled sound as if Samana was underwater.
A cloud of smoke shot from the ground in front of Samana, causing her to bear her arms as a shield against the smoke, which she was able to make out two outlines of standing figures within.
As the smoke cleared, Samana’s eyes gaped open as she stood before her father and sister, who stood beckoning to her for help, calling out indiscriminately, in an echoing fashion.
Samana called out desperately to them, as she tried to reach them, but they were unreachable to her grasp, as she was unable to move. “Wait, I can’t hear you. Speak more clearly! I want to help you!!!”
Tears streamed from Samana’s eyes as she reached out harder and harder, but to no avail. The figures of her lost family cried out, louder and louder, and then sand coughed up from around Samana, and enveloped her father and sister, along with the warring figures beyond them. Samana screamed out to them, as they were swallowed by the sands. “Father!!! Sister!!!” But they were gone.
Samana lay in the lonely, sandy ground. Kneeling as tears poured down from her eyes. She couldn’t help them. She couldn’t save them.
All of the sudden, a fiery ring of flames cast itself around the sorrowful girl, and darkness was cast upon the sky, the fire providing the only light in the darkness.
Samana wiped her tears away, and looked about the darkness. She had seen dreams like this before.
As she scanned the pitch black of the dream, Samana looked for some sign of life, and then twin flames appeared in front of her, and moved in a fearful manner, swaying to and fro.
Samana was helpless, unable to move once more, and was left to await the coming of the figure of darkness.
Out from the black was produced a dark, charcoal-skinned figure with burning embers dancing on their skin, forming a sort of freckled appearance on their face as they drew close to Samana, standing but an inch greater than her own height.
The figure craned, staring her up and down, their eyes burning intensely upon her. The figure opened its mouth and showed her its sharp, long fangs, drawing its head to her neck, the fangs scraping lightly against her pale skin as a voice rang out, distorted and gratingly. “I will come for you…watch for the eclipse, the light that gave birth to my people…watch…for me.”
The figure drew back from Samana and stood before her, letting out a resounding howl upon the dreamy air. Samana’s eyes were fixed on the figure as the fire grew greater around her, and gave light to the figure. She was able to make only but a few
The owl craned his neck beside the Mother as he spoke. “The dreams I told you she’s been having have also filled me with a sense of worry. The eclipse draws nearer, only a week away. I feel we should make council with her soon.”
The Mother nodded agreement with her friend. “Let us make it tomorrow, allow her a good rest tonight.”
The owl bowed to the glorious Mother, and feeling that he would rather walk instead of fly, started his way down the stairs, back to his chamber.
Samana was in a deep sleep as she tossed and turned, sweating heavily, thrashing the covers from her form as she dreamed.
In her dream, she was surrounded by a wide plain of sand, wind billowing around her. She watched from afar as two armies opposed each other in combat, blade against blade, mingling with screams in the air. All happened with a muffled sound as if Samana was underwater.
A cloud of smoke shot from the ground in front of Samana, causing her to bear her arms as a shield against the smoke, which she was able to make out two outlines of standing figures within.
As the smoke cleared, Samana’s eyes gaped open as she stood before her father and sister, who stood beckoning to her for help, calling out indiscriminately, in an echoing fashion.
Samana called out desperately to them, as she tried to reach them, but they were unreachable to her grasp, as she was unable to move. “Wait, I can’t hear you. Speak more clearly! I want to help you!!!”
Tears streamed from Samana’s eyes as she reached out harder and harder, but to no avail. The figures of her lost family cried out, louder and louder, and then sand coughed up from around Samana, and enveloped her father and sister, along with the warring figures beyond them. Samana screamed out to them, as they were swallowed by the sands. “Father!!! Sister!!!” But they were gone.
Samana lay in the lonely, sandy ground. Kneeling as tears poured down from her eyes. She couldn’t help them. She couldn’t save them.
All of the sudden, a fiery ring of flames cast itself around the sorrowful girl, and darkness was cast upon the sky, the fire providing the only light in the darkness.
Samana wiped her tears away, and looked about the darkness. She had seen dreams like this before.
As she scanned the pitch black of the dream, Samana looked for some sign of life, and then twin flames appeared in front of her, and moved in a fearful manner, swaying to and fro.
Samana was helpless, unable to move once more, and was left to await the coming of the figure of darkness.
Out from the black was produced a dark, charcoal-skinned figure with burning embers dancing on their skin, forming a sort of freckled appearance on their face as they drew close to Samana, standing but an inch greater than her own height.
The figure craned, staring her up and down, their eyes burning intensely upon her. The figure opened its mouth and showed her its sharp, long fangs, drawing its head to her neck, the fangs scraping lightly against her pale skin as a voice rang out, distorted and gratingly. “I will come for you…watch for the eclipse, the light that gave birth to my people…watch…for me.”
The figure drew back from Samana and stood before her, letting out a resounding howl upon the dreamy air. Samana’s eyes were fixed on the figure as the fire grew greater around her, and gave light to the figure. She was able to make only but a few
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