Nobles

Realization

......... Aarans Dream

Within my subconscious mind, I enter an unfamiliar environment unable to see further than all the white that surrounds me, the white goes on infinitely, this setting makes me feel prideful, and eminent.

I look at my body it's transparent, before I have enough time to apprehend my surroundings, an orderly motion picture is placed before myself.

I see thousands of men and women, the city structures built beautifully, more so than Corenthia most illustrious structure.

The countryside, lush with colorful crops, and vegetation as far as the eye can see.

The children are gleeful, playing with one another, not seemingly bothered with the other children's ethnicity, or looks.

The women were comely, and men were of muscular shape. 

Men and women seemed to be treated quite equally, unlike Astrid, where most women are forced to be housewives.

Here, they are seen sparring, even though the women have small structure compared to the men, their skill makes up for it.

The longer the motion of pictures stays, the more intense my feeling of pride and eminence.

"Could this be the ancient Nobles?" I question.

The motion of pictures vanishes, right at the moment I asked the question.

A glowing shadow creeps behind me, I attempt to turn, but I am unable to maneuvar freely.

The glowing presence has the potence that compells me to crumble to my knees.

This presence felt omnipotent. 

"Your guess was wrong," an intensely deep voice said.

The beings chuckles were quite shallow, "You're existence, is going to be an interesting one!"

"What's happening?" I question to myself.

"Do not fret boy, you will know who I am, when you meet me once again," he said, I feel his radiating smile.

Joyous, to say the least.

A gentle hand ruffles the top of my hair.

The evironment around becomes fainter with every second that passes.

Until...
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I awaken, but my sight is clouded.

I squezze my left arm with my right hand in vexation. The slightest of movements sets off my ribs, as if they are sharply poking into my sensitive skin in unison.

Soon enough, my vision discontinues from its muddled state, and it promptly transitions into its normal.

I awoke in a puzzling setting, laying in a bower. The trees offering me the shade to fend against the sweltering heat of the noon.

"Where am I?" I question. Slightly hopeful to hear a voice.

No response. Eerie silence, not even the chirping of birds are heard.

My palm rubs my forehead as a headache arises from the depths of my cerebrum.

For some unknown reason, this headache is hindering me from recieving an important memory.

The memory to tell me, why I'm here.

I attempt to recollect the important memory, but after close to a minute of thought, I move on, as my ribs are nagging.