Crossroads in a dream (Fanfic)

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Damon
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Crossroads in a dream (Fanfic)

Post by Damon » February 21st, 2017, 6:25 am

Olin [subtitle]Fang or Feather[/subtitle]

Olin drifted asleep, his exhaustion having finally claimed him after a particularily gruelling set of classes and lessons on Saidin. Even in his sleep he groaned as sore muscles protested as he stretched and moved on his cot.

Olin drifted near the edge of sleep, his mind finding the path too a place he had only found once or twice before. Olin floated as if in water, surrounded by a sea of stars, but before he could do anything he was hurled backwards into his own dream.

This was an especially vivid dream, Olin had often remembered dreams as a youth but this one felt more vital, almost as if it was imperative he remember every detail.

There below him lay a land laid low by destruction, one that bore the ravages of some great ill or attack. The land was rent as if by giant claws, the earth raw and red in places. Where others lay covered in a foul mist, somehow oily despite being fog.

Before he could see much detail, he felt the dream shift and Olin was suddenly in what he assumed to be the centre of the land. Here broken trees and twisted plants stood as silent sentinels to the rambling attack of a monstrous bear like creature.

The creature was beyond foul, horrible claws of steel and breath of rancid fire. It's fur and skin were a lattice of sores and wounds but it refused to submit to the animals snarling in front of it.

Crouched in a angry arch, it's back bristling with raised hairs was a badger. Squat and powerful it's fur gleamed like well polished mail and it's claws were sharps as Tower forged steel. The badger fought mightily but it wasn't gaining ground.

Then suddenly his view shifted and instead of a badger in a solitary battle, it became a flock of eagles, there leader perched nearby as flight after flight descended with steely talons upon the monster. Each bird that was slain erupted in a spray of feathers that sailed into the distance to summon more birds.

Olin tried to speak, but he found he was unable to in the dream. Despite an immense frustration he could not get any words out, and so he cast his sight desperately for a solution.

As was the wont in a dream, suddenly Olin stood at a desk of dark maple, it's surface polished to a mirror like sheen. Maps and papers were strewn about, reports that made no sense as he looked at them stood buried underneath two paper weights.

One bore the likeness of a badger; it's angry face detailed in solid stone and metal. The other was more airy, almost weightless looking wood bearing an eagle in flight. A sense of choice permeated the room, and Olin knew even in a dream that much rode on his decision. Almost without thinking he reached towards one of the two paperweights, when pain lanced through his outstretched arm.

Olin awoke then panting, holding his chest against the weight of that dreadful moment. He knew the dream wasn't a literal truth although he could not say how he knew that. What he knew down to his bones was that this dream was warning of a choice, between two paths and lives depended on his answer.
"Every man is the hero of his own song," Tad Williams.

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