I won't go into detail about (since I don't remember the details), I just remember at the beginning of the dream the little girl was about eight years old and had the fate of the world resting on her shoulders. She was being trained by a woman (I think she was a witch) named Angela (heh heh). By the time I woke up I think the little girl was all grown up and fully trained and stuff and she could do cool things.
There was one part in particular that I remember vividly. Probably because I could really feel the little girl's emotions there as sharply as though they were my own. That's never happened to me before. I can even remember her thoughts. You see, she had been chosen to save the world or something of the sort, but her mother didn't want her to go, so the little girl ran off. She was with Angela and thinking things like, "Will my mom accept me back?" "Will she hate me now?" She was overall just terrified and Angela isn't all that big on comforting and was just sort of standing around and staring at the little girl shiver in the corner. It was a cool moment.
Anyway, I finished my chores today and got on my computer. I was going to work a little bit on my big summer project, but all day, I couldn't get the dream out of my head. So I wrote down this little journal entry thing that Angela wrote and this is what I came up with:
Fifth day of Teqniv, 1123
It's been said, that there will be one with the power to end the reign of Lord Creven; one to free the oppressed. It's said that when they're born, the fires will cease, storms will calm and the waters will run pure. Once the Lord is overthrown, legend says that the earth will be born anew and the people will be liberated.
It's a story that's been handed down from generation to generation for thousands of years. And in that time, we have waited. With each child born, we're given new hope. Maybe this will be the one we're meant to teach. And every time the child is either sold into slavery or reaches adulthood only to become a slave trader of one of Creven's own servants. The lucky ones will die in infancy.
I'm the last of the colony. For some time now, I've doubted the legend. My people have waited for this child to be born for thousands of years. Never has it come. Perhaps this legend was just simple folklore. May it's just a myth created to give the people hope. An admirable wish, yes, but a hopeful lie is still a lie. We've wasted centuries waiting for something that would never come. And in that time, Creven only has grown stronger. I worry now that its too late.
I've no idea if this could actually turn into anything, but for now, I can't seem to get it out of my head.
