Alyra

This is a scene I thought up a little while ago. I need to edit it and develop it a bit further, but I wanted to post something written.....


Bone deep weariness, its not even light out. Already muscles scream in fatigue, can’t hesitate. Keep pushing forward, never a moment to breathe. The trees whip past me in a blur, the browns of the earth blur with the green of the foliage. Shadows loom, each a possible menace, a hidden attack so far yet unseen. Dodging and weaving throughout the trees, leaping across rock to rock, not getting my feet wet as I flit over the stream. I’ve lost you, the whispers of your absence pursue me, faster and faster I flee. Never able to escape them… or am I trying to catch them? Suddenly, with the rising dawn I find myself here, surrounded by trees this perfectly, gorgeously, unnatural circle. Meadow? No, its to structured to be a meadow. Panting I stand there, waiting… with the dawn my answer comes. I stare out across the field, holding my breath I hear my heart drum in my chest, the blood pounding in my veins. I sway with breeze, barely able to stand when I finally gasp- movement. Is it? Can it be? Suddenly my heart picks up speed galloping out of my chest my hands are fisted at my sides as I squint against the suddenly bright morning. The figure, you? Looms closer and closer. Drawing a deep breath I close my eyes, trying to draw your familiar scent to me. Is it? When suddenly a sharp pain, I gasp, my eyes fly open. A blade burns from my gut, I crumple. Trying desperately to see the face of my attacker I stare up, and the face is eclipsed by the final rising of the sun.
Gasping I shoot out of bed. My heart is racing, I’m covered in sweat the sheets have been kicked off the bed. Panting I try to catch my breath. It is a dream, a dream, I have to keep reminding myself. He is gone, dead, no chance of reconciliation, or revenge…. he always were a fickle creature. Sleep gone, I climb out of bed. Feel the cool hardwood on my bare feet. It grounds me, drags more of me out of the dreams. I stumble to the kitchen, dragging my tea pot to the sink. As I fill it with water I look out the window. Just the tiniest hint of dawn approaches, the light pink and gold just barely visible over the crest. Frowning I stare at the sunrise.
“Mmmmm is that coffee?” Sienna asks. “Tea” I reply. “You are up early, dreams again?” “Yeah, same one.” “Maybe you should talk to someone Aly” Sienna urges. “Who? Who can I talk to about this? Just lay out on a couch for a shrink and tell them, ‘Well, you see I have been having these dreams, I run through a forest I have never seen, fleeing, or maybe chasing. And I get to a meadow and my dead lover, or so I think that is who it is crosses to me and stabs me, watching me bleed out?” “Well, maybe it would help! It’s better than you getting no sleep because of it.” Shaking my head, I hand her a mug as I turn back to the fridge to get the milk for my tea. “Not yet.”