Dreamscape
She tossed in her sleep, frightened by the nightmares she ran from nightly. A flash of light fell before her eyes and she was suddenly someplace she had never touched before. A large desert wasteland filled with dust and sand. This dream replayed itself nightly until the young woman could no longer stand the sleepless nights.
She saw places and things that just did not exist to her knowledge on Elanthia. She saw hump-backed creatures that drooled a white substance. She saw tanned skinned people, all black haired, wearing nothing but what seemed like rags to her. White rags colored yellow and brown by the endless work on these giant rock fortresses. These fortresses were of some geometric shape she had never seen before. One opening to the center and a steep ledge where rock was rolled up to make the next level .
Sometimes she would see flashes of nicely dressed natives of the land. These natives appeared to be rulers of some kind, for the ratty dressed people would always kneel before them. Dressed in white colored robes trimmed with gold and other fineries. Jewelry adorned the earlobes, necks, arms, legs and heads of these nobles. All golden shining brightly in the large sun looming in the clear blue sky.
The young woman looked exactly like these people, though she did not dress like them. She had long, straight black hair and tanned skin. The only difference from the strangers were her eyes, her eyes were like the color of the sun and sky all rolled into one. The strangers of this other land had eyes as black as the night. There were others in Elanthia that looked like her and like her dreams but not many. Elanthia was like a cultural center for all types of people from all races and colors.
She decided to seek out someone who could answer the questions she had, the questions that had been placed into her mind by these never ending dreams........
She stood looking in the mirror that adorned the front room of the Sorcerer's home that she was visiting. She had seen it on a merchant ship months before but it had been much too expensive for a weed mage like herself to purchase much less place anywhere.
She had no home. She made her living off the wildlife that roamed the land around the town, she made her bed the ground on which everyone walked, in a tree or in a comfortable patch of grass inside of town. Many times she slept in the center of town, where the air felt the most pure, where her spirit and her life force remained fresh and strong like the Empaths who healed and the Clerics who gave life .
She had met many and loved few. She always practiced her skills, making the most of what nature had given to her and what nature didn't give she took and molded into something she could use. Her spells were her life blood and her strength her means to live. She did not look different to the people of the land , yet she felt she did. All around her she noticed people who loved, people who lived, and people who had children. She was alone in that respect, always wandering from place to place, hunting new creatures, testing her skills on the defenses and strength of the creatures she encountered.
She had no family. Some adopted sisters scattered throughout the lands, but that was all. She had many friends of all professions and cared for them all deeply.
As she gazed into the magical mirror she looked back on the life she had led, back on what she could have done differently in her life and what she could have changed. She would not have changed much, only given differently and taken less. She would have tested certain waters rather then diving head first into the unknown.
The Sorcerer stared at her through his minds eye, watching silently as the young woman looked back on her life.
She was a 25 yr old woman who wanted nothing more then to gain experience off the lands and meet people who would love and respect her for who she was. She found that in some, found much less than that in others.
She found wondering the streets one day a young child only but 1 yr old, dressed in rags barely covering her thin frame, and carrying a broadsword almost two big for the young girl to hold. The young Lady adopted this child, making her the closest sister she had. She gave the young child the wisdom that she had learned over the years and the knowledge to help her through her life. Osyra and the child Khepara would see each other rarely, but they knew in their hearts that they were true sisters; in every way but blood.
Osyra turned as she felt the presence of a form behind her. The sorcerer stood serenly , patiently waiting for her to notice him.
'Can you help me? " she asked.
'I can see that you are troubled, but I don't know what I may be able to do to help you." he said softly.
'Can you locate these dreams that I have been having. Can you transport me to the locations that I have been seeing?" She asked.
"These places you have been seeing are not of Elanthia. " He said carefully. " What you are seeing is something from the past, future or another world."
'What?" Osyra asked, dumbfounded.
'The place you are seeing is not a place ever traveled by an Elanthian."
"Then what am I to do? These scenes replay themselves in my mind nightly. I cannot get rid of them." Osyra sighed.
"The only thing I can do for you is cast on you a spell that will make you forget what you have seen up until now." The Sorcerer offered.
Osyra glanced at the Sorcerer , hope shining from her multihued eyes.
"But, " the sorcerer added," that will not prevent more visions from invading your dreams in the night."
'I know," Osyra sighed " I guess I was just looking for someone who could tell me what I was seeing and where this place was located."
"I'm sorry I cannot do that for you , my child." The sorcerers eyes softened momentarily, "but everyone has a quest in their lives, everyone has something they are looking for, perhaps this will be yours."
Osyra smiled warmly, "Thank you, kind sir, if there is ever anything this little weed mage can do for you, do not hesitate to ask."
'You're welcome." The sorcerer nodded.
Osyra left the old sorcerers dwelling and boarded the boat back to what had become her home over the last few years; Whinmers Landing......
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