The New World

The prophet's dream

Rachel Elizabeth Dare woke with a start, quickly sitting up right in her bed. She took a moment to catch her breath as she looked around her room, there was moonlight spilling in through the curtains which cast uneven beams of light around the room.

Rachel got out of her bed and walked over to the window throwing the curtains open revealing a view of the ocean stretching out before her. From her room in the royal palace, Rachel looked out and contemplated the dream that had woken her.

Rachel had long had visions and dreams that she didn't understand, that's how she had become the royal profit and adviser to the monarch. But recently her visions had become stranger and stranger but also more connected. While in the past her visions and dreams had mostly been mostly unconnected, the more recent ones all had a similar theme. She had glimpses of event that she couldn't remember but appeared to have been fairly recent. And then there was the man who had been in most of her dreams and vision. His black hair and bright green eyes standing out to her most.

In her dreams, it was as if Rachel had personally been to all the events that she was seeing, instead of just viewing them from a third person perspective like most of her dreams and visions. She had seen the man standing in front of her wearing battle armor similar to the armor worn by the royal marines with a sword in his hand, she had seen him sitting across from herself laughing as they were surrounded by a group of other people, and she had seen this man standing in a large room talking up to someone that Rachel could not see.

But Rachel knew this man, she had seen him in person once before and immediately had felt as though she had known him for years. With a part of her mind searching for the reason she knew this man. For these strange dreams and vision had first started almost two years ago when the man had been summoned to the Royal Palace by the Queen so that he may be commended for his actions against the Egyptian Empire during the so-called Gulf blockade. The man was the Captain of the ship that had lead the charge to break through and route the Egyptian Navy which had earned him a Royal Medal of Valor from the Queen. 

But as Rachel stood at her window she couldn't remember the man's name or anything else about him. but something deep within her would not let her forget the man. 

As Rachel walked back to her bed she glanced at the wall and noticed a piece of framed paper that made her pause. The paper was one where years ago one of her predecessors had written a prophecy that they had received one night in a dream. 

Rachel walked over to the paper and read it aloud to herself 

"The world was split apart by those who feared it

But there is one who remembers and she will lead a quest to turn back the clock

The prophet shall search for the great hero and point him west

Together they will sail with 5 others to the kingdom of sand...."

Rachel's voice trailed off as she reached the end of the paper, the prophecy was incomplete, as it had been for years. But now that Rachel thought about it, she wondered if the prophecy was finally coming to pass. She was, of course, a prophet, the man in her dreams appeared to be a great hero, and she had a growing suspicion that the world as she knew it was wrong.

Rachel decided to do some investing of her own, she decided that she would visit the master librarian of the Royal Palace, Malcolm Pace, in the morning. 

With that, Rachel got back into bed and drifted back to sleep, but the prophecy never left her mind.

Thank you for reading the first chapter of my latest story and I hope you enjoyed it. The map that serves as the chapter image is how this "New World" looks (just pretend the rest of the world doesn't exist ;) ). Any and all suggestions and criticisms are of course welcome.