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Bael

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Re: One Post Short Stories
« Topic Start: March 15, 2011, 01:06:32 PM »
A Dream of Change

There was only darkness. And silence. Nothing intruded. Gradually, a soft glow appeared, and began to grow. Blue, green, red, white and orange, mingling and growing. Indistinct spheres of these colours formed and started dancing, forming intricate shapes - a helix, a star, and many others, moving about fast and soundlessly. Soon they started to fade, and only the green sphere remained. It grew, and gradually a scene faded into view.

His consciousness was in a forest, a cool green sanctuary. Oak and ash stood about him, and in front of him a small, dark pond reflected the clear blue sky above and the border of green leaves. As he had taken this in, a large stag stepped out into the clearing on the other side of the lake. A proud, vibrant animal, in its prime, however, the fires of life inside it were banked as it came slowly down to drink. Suddenly, it came alive - a scent of danger on the air! Nostrils flaring, it took off at a terrific pace, onward, and the view followed.

Onward the the stag plunged, and soon it was clear that they were going upward. The terrain grew rocky, the trees more scarce. Before he knew it, the stag was racing up a long incline, and at the the top - the cliff edge! The stag slowed not at all, and without a pause leaped from the precipice! At the apex of leap the stag...changed into a massive fish-eagle, soaring onward and upward, and he followed.

The eagle banked round, and he could now see that they were on a mountain, with the forest spread down one of the flanks. But hark! what was that down below? A city besieged, burning! As he watched, the weather changed dramatically. A strong wind blew up clouds, and within minutes a false night had fallen. The rain lashed down, quenching the fires and driving both attacker and defender under cover with the ferocity of it. Thunder boomed, and the fish-eagle was hard put to stay aloft. It made a sweeping dive, across the city and toward whence the clouds had come. Up ahead there was a darkness on the ground - it couldn't be - it was moving!

As they came closer, he could see through the darkness and rain that it was actually the sea! The eagle strove mightily against the wind and rain, which would have dashed a lesser creature in a matter of moments. Worn out, the eagle finally reached the sea and could see the promise of the sun further out, golden succor.

It could not make it.

Swooping down, it dove straight into the ocean...and then nothing...and then suddenly it was reborn, leaping above the waves once more in the glorious form of a dolphin. The wind had calmed, and just as the clouds started to fade, so did his view. He was left with the lingering blue-green of the sea, and then darkness.

And then there was light. A pale dawn light, and when he sat up he was in his tent. A heavy dream, he thought to himself. One of several like it he had had, but none this stunning in scope and life. It deserves much thought, but now may be the time...