You have ominous dreams...
An ominous cackling begins to fill the air and as the sun sets your
family is helpless to save themselves as the bandit-riders attack and
kill off each of your family one by one. You have hidden in the
stables, and as you hear the thunderous horses overrunning your family
and farm, you hope against hope that they cannot see you.
The dream changes. The cackling of the riders outside has stopped.
The silence is as loud as any sound you've ever heard.
There is mist, covering the ground of the stables.
It is rising higher and higher, and perhaps it can hide you from the
bandits. The mist is not normal. It
has a strange, liquid quality; it seems almost like gray water,
flowing around your ankles and then your knees.
As the mist rises
to envelop everything, your eyes are drawn to a mound of earth in
front of you. Suddenly you're seeing the Royal Castle atop that mound of
earth- and the mists are rising up over it! No!
The mist rolls up over the castle, and you know that all hope is lost.
The King is dead, or he will be soon.
You awaken drenched in sweat, for a moment confused about where you are.
You begin to dream. You dream that
it is evening and you're working the fields with your whole family, as
your family has done all of your life. The workday
is almost over- when suddenly a galloping noise fills the air. It's
so loud there must be hundreds of horses. You and your brothers begin
running back toward the farmhouse, to safety. Your eldest brother points with a
curse, and off to the west, you can see a line of billowing dust and
countless horses and riders, all advancing toward your farmlands.
