this story isn't a happening or a fact. Because it was a mystery, we all know the story's waiting to be told on a dreary night or a dawning day. No this story wasn't of those...
I wasn't awake, and I wasn't alive, looking as if through a shaded glass in a different time, but a mist of the past stretched over my body. A figure appeared to me as woman before the crackling fire, more beautiful than anything I had ever seen in my previous life! Realizing she looked from her hands to me, I smiled but soon near cried in pain. no face appeared for her countenance was hidden from me, striking my being as a soul separated from my own. Her hair shown before the flames from brown to red revealing a trait of many souls shifting in the light as crystals. She had a form but none that I could tell, for the mist of my life wrapped tighter around my helpless body until i returned to myself.
One wakes from a dream,
One wakes from a rest,
One wakes from a night,
One wakes for a quest.
This story is but begun.
