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Kitti Rose

I kept having these dreams of a man dressed in black. I didn’t understand why that night after night these dreams would come to me. I t started as a nightmare then ended in happiness. I would dream of a man dressed in black caring a fancy sword and wearing a long hooded cloak. It was hard to see his face hidden within the hood and it seemed he was seriously involved in something that I could not determine what exactly. He was riding a horse with me on his back with my arms wrapped around his waist galloping at high speeds with dark hooves prints being left behind. The rest of the dream is a blur except the ending. I would see the world thriving like a fireworks show spouting great colorful gushers of energy from large dark circles throughout the planet. All the energies would form together into a beam and shoot far away into deep space. After that, everything goes dark for a moment, then I find myself waking up on a beach with him offering a hand out to help me up. We hugged and kissed, then walked hand in hand down the beach. For three months night after night this dream came to me. What did it mean? Why me and no other? I would learn of the dreams tale.
My story starts here in a little village off the Black Seas peninsula. We were a quite little race of cat/elf people going about our own way of life fishing and playing. I would spend most of my time with my twin sister helping her study with her weapon because she wasn’t as good at swordplay as I. She would help me study the languages for she was very smart and I was slow at learning books. We were always together.
One night the madness of the gods rained upon us with a treacherous storm. What my people did to make them mad, nobody knew, but they were angry. Light from the sky struck the ground destroying trees and huts, even our rock statues we built. Wind blew through our village with a fury, even took some of my people with it. Rain poured and flooded our paths and homes. Balls of darkness swept in and absorbed some of my people like they were never born. Twelve to be precise. My sister was one of the lost. I watched as a globe of darkness appeared around her and the disappeared like it was never there. It took a matter of seconds, less then a blink of an eye and I didn’t even hear her scream even if she had tried. In the distant, I saw a figure sitting on a horse atop a small hill from our village.
I couldn’t make out the form on the horse, but I knew he was the one in my dreams. He sat upon his horse for which I could only see the silhouette of, peering at our village. His hands were out with white and blue energy like magic crackling out like a hunter after prey. My people vanished with each hit from the bolts. A couple more flashes of light and then the rider was gone. The storm had lifted within minutes after he had left. All the survivors rallied on the southern hill to get out of the two feet of water. After realizing that I probably would never see my sister again, I came to the hill with my eyes full of tears. The villagers talked about the storm and damage caused along with talking about how to rebuild. Some had seen there friends disappear, but blamed it on the storm. No one except I had seen the rider on the hill, nor would they listen to me on the case. Every time I tried to talk, I was hushed or a hand was put in my face each time I opened my mouth. Nobody was going to investigate the disappearances or the freak nature of the storm, so I left wading through the water to my home.
My feline side had took over by the time I got home for I was furious with what had happened this day and the fact my people wouldn’t do anything. My twin had been kidnapped, killed, or worse and I had made up my mind that I would do everything I could to find out why or where. I also felt it had something to do with my dream vision and the rider I had saw. That’s where I would start. I gathered my pack with some supplies and food, then retrieved my flamberge sword, oval mirrored shield along with two crest daggers, and a couple of half-spears. I made sure I had bedding and a soft soul pair of knee high boots. I left the next morning on my travels to find the dark rider.
I never went very far from the village before, just to the lake a couple of miles out. The flat lands where beautiful and I never stopped long enough to take in the sights. After a half days travel my feet ached worse then the touch of fire. I had traveled past the grassy flat lands with their assorted flowers and around the crystal clear lake. I stopped a few miles from the edge of the forest to let my sore feet rest and camp for the evening. I cleared an opening and used dried grass and weeds to start a fire. That was a good thing for the night got cold and if it wasn’t for my winter coat and blanket, with the fires heat, I would have frozen to death. The night was clear with all the stars shimmering bright, even the moon this night gave me some delight. For once in a few months, I rested peacefully without any dreams.