Old Dream - New Visitor
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Old Dream - New Visitor
The dreams are back . . . the ones I used to have. When Not Me was roaming my head at will, they had gone. In all honesty, that was a sort of relief . . . to face the nightmares he devised to torture me rather than the ones that drove me out into the streets night after night.
They had been gone for a while actually. I almost thought I was free of them.
But the dreams were back. I know that my father would have described it as the Reckoning. He would have claimed I was having visions of the Gates of Hell opening up and the Devil’s minions pouring out to feast upon the wicked.
But I’ve known, since the institution, that this was no work of divine good or divine evil
This was far worse.
The deaths of millions had caused the very fabric of reality to tear itself apart, unleashing world storms and demon swarms. In turn, the chaos claimed tens of millions of lives which fuelled massive tectonic catastrophes and brought forth beasts from beyond all understanding. Soon the death toll was in the hundreds of millions and finally billions in an uncontrollable feedback cycle. The sky was filled with ash from a thousand volcanoes and the smoke of a thousand dead cities. The sea rose to claim the land in tsunamis that raced hundreds of miles inland . . .
This was beyond Armageddon, beyond Apocalypse, beyond Ragnarok . . .
This was the End of the World.
And I was standing, helpless, rooted to the spot.
I knew I could have prevented this. I knew I should be fighting, giving those few who may survive the precious moments to escape.
But I was frozen. Helpless in anger and fear.
A hand touched my shoulder and slid down my wrist to grasp my hand and hold it tightly.
“It’s all right, Ron,” a voice said. “Everything will be all right.”
Suddenly, I could move my head. I looked to the hand holding mine. It was slim and tanned and delicate, obviously female’s.
“What do you mean?” I said. “The world is dying down there and I’m not doing a damned thing to help!”
“Can you?” the feminine voice asked.
“I’m doing my damnedest!” I cried out furiously. “This is what I was chosen for! I should be down there helping them! Even if I die doing it!”
The voice was unruffled by my outburst.
“You’ve always helped humanity when you could. But even you must accept your limitations, Ron Caliburn. Why worry about something you cannot help?”
Then I woke up.
They had been gone for a while actually. I almost thought I was free of them.
But the dreams were back. I know that my father would have described it as the Reckoning. He would have claimed I was having visions of the Gates of Hell opening up and the Devil’s minions pouring out to feast upon the wicked.
But I’ve known, since the institution, that this was no work of divine good or divine evil
This was far worse.
The deaths of millions had caused the very fabric of reality to tear itself apart, unleashing world storms and demon swarms. In turn, the chaos claimed tens of millions of lives which fuelled massive tectonic catastrophes and brought forth beasts from beyond all understanding. Soon the death toll was in the hundreds of millions and finally billions in an uncontrollable feedback cycle. The sky was filled with ash from a thousand volcanoes and the smoke of a thousand dead cities. The sea rose to claim the land in tsunamis that raced hundreds of miles inland . . .
This was beyond Armageddon, beyond Apocalypse, beyond Ragnarok . . .
This was the End of the World.
And I was standing, helpless, rooted to the spot.
I knew I could have prevented this. I knew I should be fighting, giving those few who may survive the precious moments to escape.
But I was frozen. Helpless in anger and fear.
A hand touched my shoulder and slid down my wrist to grasp my hand and hold it tightly.
“It’s all right, Ron,” a voice said. “Everything will be all right.”
Suddenly, I could move my head. I looked to the hand holding mine. It was slim and tanned and delicate, obviously female’s.
“What do you mean?” I said. “The world is dying down there and I’m not doing a damned thing to help!”
“Can you?” the feminine voice asked.
“I’m doing my damnedest!” I cried out furiously. “This is what I was chosen for! I should be down there helping them! Even if I die doing it!”
The voice was unruffled by my outburst.
“You’ve always helped humanity when you could. But even you must accept your limitations, Ron Caliburn. Why worry about something you cannot help?”
Then I woke up.
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It's the vision that drives me. It's the vision that keeps me here in DC instead of some quiet no name town. It's the vision that got me out of the asylumn.
It's my vision and my geas.
A potential future that may yet be altered.
It is no dream, it is never a dream. Whoever was there, was beyond just a dream.
It's my vision and my geas.
A potential future that may yet be altered.
It is no dream, it is never a dream. Whoever was there, was beyond just a dream.
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Hi Shadow,
You should stop by and see our place. I can show you my bedroom. In the compound all the children slept in the same room, but here I get my own personal bedroom, and I get ta decorate it, and it has it's own bathroom and a closet and furniture and windows.
Hannah
PS: I hope to see you soon
You should stop by and see our place. I can show you my bedroom. In the compound all the children slept in the same room, but here I get my own personal bedroom, and I get ta decorate it, and it has it's own bathroom and a closet and furniture and windows.
Hannah
PS: I hope to see you soon
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If you wish, Mr. Caliburn, I can offer my services to you in this... After Josh has recovered from his latest problem, of course.
I can watch from a distance, ascertain her intentions through whatever connections she makes to you, and report to you about my findings. I would make no hostile moves unless you were threatened...
If not, I understand. Turning down the offer does not dissolve my debt to you...
I can watch from a distance, ascertain her intentions through whatever connections she makes to you, and report to you about my findings. I would make no hostile moves unless you were threatened...
If not, I understand. Turning down the offer does not dissolve my debt to you...
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I had another dream. It was more unusual than the others because I think it was ordinary. Only it wasn’t. It left off from where my last one had ended.
The final battle was still in force, though it looked completely hopeless. There were still a few pockets of resistance by the humans, but they were quickly being overwhelmed. Still, I couldn’t move. Again, I could when the slim, delicate female hand found mine. Instantly, I swung to face her.
Her features were all washed out, as though I was looking at her from behind a steamed glass door. All I could tell was she was tanned, slender, and probably beautiful. She had long brown hair that cascaded down her shoulders in waves like a waterfall.
“How can I help you, Ron?” she asked.
“By telling me what’s going on,” I replied and looked from her to my dying race, and back to her again. “I’m sick of dreams and cryptic messages. Why are you here? Why am I here? I should be helping them!”
“This dream is a manifestation of one of your greatest fears,” she explained. “You are afraid that without you, the world will fall.”
I chose to believe her. “And who are you?”
“My name is Eilonwy Solstice.” It didn’t sound like a lie. But then, it didn’t sound like a name, either. “Why are you helping me?”
“Because . . . I owe you.”
I woke up.
The final battle was still in force, though it looked completely hopeless. There were still a few pockets of resistance by the humans, but they were quickly being overwhelmed. Still, I couldn’t move. Again, I could when the slim, delicate female hand found mine. Instantly, I swung to face her.
Her features were all washed out, as though I was looking at her from behind a steamed glass door. All I could tell was she was tanned, slender, and probably beautiful. She had long brown hair that cascaded down her shoulders in waves like a waterfall.
“How can I help you, Ron?” she asked.
“By telling me what’s going on,” I replied and looked from her to my dying race, and back to her again. “I’m sick of dreams and cryptic messages. Why are you here? Why am I here? I should be helping them!”
“This dream is a manifestation of one of your greatest fears,” she explained. “You are afraid that without you, the world will fall.”
I chose to believe her. “And who are you?”
“My name is Eilonwy Solstice.” It didn’t sound like a lie. But then, it didn’t sound like a name, either. “Why are you helping me?”
“Because . . . I owe you.”
I woke up.
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Solstice... Eilonwy Solstice?
Eilonwy is a name made up for modern literature, based off of Welsh names, but not actually a Welsh name, itself... It was invented by Lloyd Alexander, a fairly modern author of fantasy based on Welsh mythology.
Solstice is one of two times when the night or the day is longest.
And for some reason, this entire scenario makes me think of Celeste...
Eilonwy is a name made up for modern literature, based off of Welsh names, but not actually a Welsh name, itself... It was invented by Lloyd Alexander, a fairly modern author of fantasy based on Welsh mythology.
Solstice is one of two times when the night or the day is longest.
And for some reason, this entire scenario makes me think of Celeste...
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