But something was strange about this dream. It seemed real. It seemed too real. Still, dreams can be decieving. But this dream had gotten through the dreamcatcher hung just above my head. My dreamcatcher is blessed by the Priestess of Elra herself, and keeps nightmares away.
I was standing at the top of a hill, wearing thick, elegant armor and a massive sword that had designs of dragons plated in gold along the blade. They should have pinned me to the ground, but they felt weightless. Another sign I was dreaming.
Me.
I must have been some sort of leader because a tall, official-looking guy with elegant armor not quite as elegant as mine walked up to me and said, "My Lord, we cannot win this battle. The Demuuns are too powerful for us. But we can still defeat them if we retreat now and fight the final battle at the Gates of Gaiant. It is our only hope to save your Kingdom, your majesty."
I suddenly took in my surroundings, and everything became clearer than ever.
A battlefield. This was a battlefield. At the foot of the hill I saw an army with black armor clearly giving it their all against a massive army in white armor which shone in the setting sun.
But when a white-armored knight gallantly sliced through a dark-armored soldier pinned to the ground, the dark-armored soldier disappeared in a big poof of black smoke and sparks. So was the case for all of the black-coated soldiers.
A soldier in white armor.
This was like almost all other classic fairy tale stories. Good versus evil. Good wins. The end. Clearly white was the "good" and black was the "evil". Of course, I was supposed to be the hero of the story and lead my army to defeat the "evil".
At that moment I saw that this was a twisted tale. For my armor was black.
"Fine. Retreat." I said.
The man nodded his head and bowed. Then he waved his hands in a strange way and a golden light seemed to radiate from his hand and shot up into the sky. "RETREAT!!" He bellowed. It seemed to echo across the battlefield.
Immediately the black-armored soldiers began to retreat. But they were not fast enough. I saw a single soldier wearing white armor throw something into the heart of the black army.
Instantly, the ground shook and a blinding light made me shield my eyes. When I had opened them, not a single black soldier was in sight.
"Now, you shall die..." The tall man said.
"Y-you... You're a traitor!" I played along and gritted my teeth.
He nodded and slinked forward, with a sword in his hand.
I woke. The starcather above my head was broken.
It was just a dream... I thought. Nothing more.
But it was more. For in my hand, was a sword.
"Nothing ever happens unless first a dream."
-Carl Sandburg
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Despite the fact that the author leaves on a suspenseful note, we predict that you should expect there to links to this in the future, but not currently. This may become very important in future submissions, as this battle may be a key historical note that is vital for certain things to happen. This may turn out to be a very interesting entry indeed.
*Note* It seems that certain items may have names found in this story (although perhaps slightly different in spelling). Actually, the author made up these names (or at least did not think of these items at the time) and do not necessarily resemble the items in which the name is used. Coincidence? It depends if you believe in them...