I had a dream last night.

I saw shadows and ashes hovering over a beautiful field of spears and flowers.

In the midst of it there was a lonely, sad girl. She was crying and covered by a mantle

of scales.

She called, brokenhearted, the names of people she missed, despite them being

unknown to her.

A knight in a shiny armor appeared in the field, mounting a sorrel horse.

Moved by this scene, he offered her his hand and to take her with him.

The girl stopped crying and held onto his hand, pulling it closer,

and the knight couldn’t free himself.

He struggled with the girl’s hand until he was exhausted.

Then he fell down and his horse ran away.

The girl released his hand and told him to leave, though the kind knight didn’t do as

he was told.

She begged him to go away, she didn’t want him to starve to death.

“I have lost my horse,” he said, “I have nowhere to go now.

I may die, but until then you won’t have to call for anyone to share your sorrow,

Because I won't leave your side.”

I woke up covered in sweat.

A sad tear rolled down my cheek when I thought about that gloomy story…

And then I knew that I was that girl,

and those were my memories.

Personal journal of Lady Eraide Sen Ukain.

(Circa – 17 Common Era.)