Dreams..

I remember having a dream, a long time ago. It was beautiful and vivid...I'm amazed that I even remember it after all this time.

A small elf girl, her ears delicately pointed, is running though a forest. She is smiling about something, and as she runs, her long brown hair flows outwards behind her. She stops, hiding behind a small tree, resting her forehead on the cool, smooth bark that has yet to roughen and split.

A boy, elfin being his heritage as well, is searching for her. He calls out her name, his young voice piping and sweet. "Celest! Come to me now! Your mother nor your father would approve of you coming to this unholy place. Please do not tell me your sweet soul hath forgetten the terrible misfortunes that ocurred here..Let us be homeward now!"

She moves from her place, and hair falls over her eyes. It hides her shame which shows prominently in her gray eyes. "I am sorry.." She falters, the terrible memories flooding her mind.

The day the daemons had come had been beautiful. The violet sky had been crisp and clear, without a dark cloud marring its smooth appearance. By noon though, the black drums began to beat. Disturbances of other villages was not unheard of, and they were far away, very distant, so the village thought nothing of it.
When the hordes came, it was like a black flood had covered the entire village. They swarmed into cottages, ripping the innocent souls from battered and destroyed bodies. Battle went on for many suns and moons, for escape was prevented. Battle had to be won or lost. The drums stopped beating. Yet many lives had been lost and still the search continued for the blackened soul stones of friends and family.

She shakes her head. "Yes, I'm sorry...Let us leave this terrible place..." She whispers. She keeps her eyes downcast as she follows the young boy home.