𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓 [𝗥𝗼𝗯𝗯.𝗦]

12

DRAGON DREAMS

VISENYA awoke with a scream upon her lips, and quietly fell back into a restless slumber with a sigh crawling from her throat. Her dreams had been erratic and fear worthy, and within them were dragons. Unlike the ones that she held close to her chest. These ones were of ice and snow, they breathed down upon those of the unfortunate. Turning them into nothing but ice, leaving behind a trail of frozen dead bodies. The snow merely covered them, and Visenya knew with little doubt in her heart that winter was coming.

"Do you fear it? The cold winter wind that freezes land upon land. Leaving nothing left."

"No," she had said. Stubborn to a fault.

"You lie, child. It is the cold you fear above all, the winter wind that swept into your brittle pale bones. As fragile as the thin ice itself."

Visenya didn't know what to say to that. But did one often reply to the voice that lingered within their mind? She doubted it, and she couldn't help but try and ignore the festering voice. But it was like a disease, it stubbornly refused to leave her. Lingering with nothing but pain.

"I am not afraid! The winter will come and go. Like all the others. I may be unfamiliar with them, but they are nothing to be afraid of. Not if I'm the daughter of a Lord and the sister of a King."

"It changes nothing, daughter of fire. You are the summer heat, the dragon is within your blood. You cannot withstand the cold winter ice."

The voice said this with much conviction, but she knew it only was half of a truth. For Visenya was also Alysanne. A snow through and through. The bastard daughter of winter. A child of the North.

She was fire and ice.

"I am more than that," Visenya said.

"You are nothing compared to him. The child of the gods, a man who only seeks death upon those that live. A beast that lives within the night."

"Beasts that live in the night are merely a myth, and you are simply a voice in my head. Please do shut up!" Demanded Visenya, a small smirk upon plump pink lips. There was no concern to be seen there.

"He is death," the voice whispered.

Visenya blinked in surprise, as she looked around at nothing. Her dream was but mist and fog. Yet, there was darkness within it. And all of it couldn't help but haunt the young woman.

"Who are you?" Asked Visenya.

"You know me by many names."