Tell me your dreams

And it begins

She dreamt..she dreamed about a voice. Guiding her through the dark. Her bare feet bleeding as the spear like stones of the dessert cut through her flesh like bread. She stopped near a river. She knew it was cold because she could feel herself shiver. It stung her naked skin and passed through her body.There was no one around but the river and the big yellow moon. It's reflection was not on the river. A shadow stood at the other side. It stood as still as stone. She knew she had to cross the river to get to the other side. But she cannot get into the water. Her feet refused to make contact with the tar black water and she cannot will herself move forward. She can already hear the hooves of distant horses. A shiver of fear ran down her spine despite not knowing the reason. Something or rather someone urged her to cross. Her heart seemed to get crushed under an unknown force and she felt her breath quicken. She felt that her hands were sticky, only to find, to her astonishment that they were covered in blood. Her lips trembled as she watched the blood pool around her. She fell to her knees and began her prayer. "Oh lord my savior, my light. Please enlighten my path and show me the way" she chanted this. The sound of hooves got closer and now she can hear the voice of men. Hundred and thousands of men. Casia tried to cry. Hoping that it would lessen the ace in her heart. But tears refused to flow. The sand beneath her felt like daggers as she listen to the sound of the hooves. Closer and getting more closer. Soon she could hear them call out her name. They knew her. They were looking for her. They wanted her blood. They thirsted for it. They have seen her. They were calling out her name.."casia! Casia!" Their swords so near. So near that She could smell the metal. She closed her eyes and called out for the mother. "Mother save me" she whispered. The metal gleamed in the light of the moon as it hit her shoulders from behind. And then darkness and the last thing her eyes looked upon was the shadow across the river. Only to realize that it was herself.

Joanna woke a with jolt and for a few seconds she couldn't make out where she was. She got up from the bed to find that her mattress was wet from her sweat. Her nightgown was sticking to her body. She sat on the bed and thought about her dream. The girl was called Casia. But she had her face. Was she dreaming someone else's dream? Why was it repeating? Why was she dreaming it? There were so many questions on Joanna mind. She got up and opened the door to her little box of a room. Careful not to wake her sister Gwynn. The door creaked as she walked toward the drum holding the water. She drank a cup and was about to leave when she saw it. Lavenders on the table. A big bunch of them. They were so fresh that she could smell the light and heavenly smell in the air. She walked toward it and after making sure that no one was around she reached for it. She held it against her nose. She inhaled the crispy and fresh smell. Her mind was at peace and she no longer felt the numbing cold.Sensing something wet and sticky against the palm she opened her eyes. Only to drop the flowers with a yelp as if they burned her skin. The blood was fresh. And it now stained Joanna's hand.  She stood frozen for a few minutes. Not sure what to do. She partly hoped she would wake up again to find that it was another dream. But this seemed real. Joanna hurriedly cleaned her hands and made sure to clean the floor of the blood. Her head spun like a thread on a wheel and her lips trembled with fear. What was going to happen? Did someone get hurt? Who left the flowers? She mopped the floor and ran toward the safety of her room. She closed the room louder than she intended and leaned against it to catch her breath. "Joan! What's wrong?" Her sister was awake. Gwynn lit a small candle and slipped her cold feet into a pair of old slippers and she walked over to her troubled sister. Who was shaking with fear. "What is it?" She held her chin up. In a shaky voice Joanna explain the incident. "You must have imagined it Joan. It must have been that dream. Tomorrow I shall ask for a concoction of widows tears. It will help with the bad dreams" Gwynn wiped the sweat of Joanna's brows . "Imagining? I smelled it! I spent what seemed like a millennia cleaning that mess...th-that mess of blood. Oh god it was fresh blood!" Joanna walked toward her bed. She shook her head as she refused to believe that she imagined it. "Joan..that's impossible" Gwynn said as she sat on her bed. The dim light of the candle played their shadows high and big on the white walls. Joan felt herself freeze as she stared at her shadow on the wall. It grew with each and every passing second. Her heart was beating against her ears and she felt her chest tighten with fear. "It's winter Joan. It's been winter for two years. And you say the flowers were fresh. Suppose someone was to bring them. It would take them months to bring fresh flowers from the south. Lavender won't stay fresh for that long Joan. You must have imagined it." Joanna didn't hear half of what her sister was saying. Her eyes widen with fear as her shadow grew bigger and soon was hovering over her. She didn't have a chance to scream as the darkness enveloped her.