Her breath ebbed roughly in and out. The dreams she was having were corrupted and tainting the mind of the poor girl that harbored them. Leofrine's eyebrows creased with the waves of intolerable images.
The road was of a smooth brown such as the best that any land would hope for. The sky clear and filled with the soft wisp of clouds here and there. Leofrine marched out into the open road and gazed upward at the sky. She didn't know why but the scene urged her to. As soon as she looked up a menacing roll of thunder pounded her ears. The earth was bathed in the darkness of the ranging sky. She could hear distant voices murmuring hurriedly. The sound coming and going.
Then the noise began. Heavy feet of horses stomping the ground as though they would rip through it entirely. She ran picking up the skirts of her old dress. The red staining her hands as though made of blood.
She screamed and looked upon her hands, her knees crashing with the darkened soil. A pool of crimson would surround her small form. The caramel curls swaying back and forth as she whimpered upon the ground. Turning her gaze once more to the clouds she would let out a blood curdling scream,
"Please! Tell meh wha' tah do! Please! I know not wha' yah mean!"
The clouds would rumble once more and the horses feet would pound the heavens. Drifting out, the noise would cease a moment before a roar of mens yells would fill her ears. She would fold into a ball and clutch her knees for some support as a strong wind ripped through the land. The ground seeming to want to rip from its core.
A smoked cloud would fall to the earth from the war of the skies. It was dark and like that of a hardy fire, swirling upward as it made contact with the ground before her. As soon as she thought the smoke would vanish the swirls would begin to grow complex formations. Leofrine watched in horror at a sight she could not explain.
A dark rider stood on a steed as dark as night itself. She could see no definite traits about either of the two except that both were of brutal strength. She was not afraid. The rider seemed to come closer to her like that of one who is uncertain. He would then stop and turn on his steed as though thinking of parting her watchful gaze.
At the mans pause a frenzy of words would escape Leofrine's lips,
"Wait! Ye need tah know somethin' rider! There are two sides tah a being of your heart. One of light heartedness, good faith and love. The other, that be of darkness, anger and fear. Feed that part of ye that be tah yer liking or all that ye strive fer shall crumble. Cursed be the man with a heart of fire and broken be the dove that he carries now with the crash of his stone."
With that she would watch the rider pause a moment and stare at her before nudging his horse into a trot. They would vanish entirely as she watched them go into a misted forest that would form around their forms. With that, a crack would reverberate around her and she would find the wind growing louder and louder as it tore past her. It's hands seeming to push her to and fro so that she had no control upon herself. With a roar, the ground would crumble beneath her feet and she would fall. Her lips screaming as her life hung in the balence...fire beneath her...screams of a small child.
With a start Leofrine woke. Her hands grasping the covers and her legs flailing as though to catch herself. She would cease the screaming she realized was coming from her lips. Placing a hand over her own mouth so that her sobs were softened. Crouching on the bed she leans over and throws her face into the mattress. Weeping for the dream she did not know the meaning of. The same dream that haunted her since Breeland. She would write of it at some point...for the second time.
