Here is the first chapter of The Dreaming
I woke with a start from my dream.
I had already jumped out of bed and had one had on my bow and the other on an arrow in the quiver. I stared at the wall on the west side of my room. My eyes shifted, and I could feel them changing to the black color that occurred only when I saw prophecies. Thats right, I said when I saw prophecies. I, unlike any other, have the uncanny ability to see things. Mostly prophecies. Sometimes I just see random images, though. Anyway, I watched with cautious anticipation, waiting for the blurry blob of nothing to turn into something. I gasped. I knew that it would only take me 3 seconds to have a arrow ready, but that just wasn't enough.
Oh, sorry, I forgot to tell you one thing.
Sometimes my dreams and sights come alive.
- by Sheila
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