Kala's Dream

Kala immediately suspected she was in a dream. Dreams are often a rare gift in her race and are only spoken of as distant memories, histories, epic tales and stories they use to teach children lessons. Though she had fallen asleep in an abandoned house that had been mostly taken by the sands, she was now standing in a strange house, holding a wooden box.

Somewhere that was quite obviously far away from her current home. She knew that her dream would force her to go where it wanted and often ended quick, so she tried to remember everything that she could. She could smell food, bread, maybe some kind of roast. Her stomach growled at her; it was an odd sensation in her dream. She had both senses at the same time, one being that she wasn't hungry here in the dream and the other where she knew that in her real life she was starving. She took note of the sensation and continued on.

She studied her surroundings, she was in a dark room with ornate wood floors and large wall tapestries depicting different battles. There was a large mural on the opposite wall that seemed quite familiar to her. It was a single person, small in size, with long black hair and colorful clothes, standing against the an entire army of soldiers in armor. She was drawn to the mural but knew that she had to continue to study her surroundings. Searching around she found a small desk with papers littering the otherwise neat top. She attempted to move toward the desk to find out any information about where she really was or even when she was, but suddenly her focus snapped back to the box in her hands.

The box was ornate and beautifully crafted, with strange writing that somehow seemed familiar to her but was foggy in this dream. She push two figures on the box causing the box to open with a snap. She removed the lid carefully trying to to disturb anything. Inside she found a book wrapped in leather. She would inspect that later.

Moving on she found a brass key with four points each with notches and grooves, something she had never seen before.

Next was a silver pen with what looked to be a glass reservoir for ink. No she thought clear glass hasn't been seen in over a thousand years. She did note that the pen had been crafted with intricate designs she were unfamiliar to her.

Then she noticed a square red wax candle. She flushed with surprise and nearly dropped the box and all its contents. Red wax was only used my the governing council to mark decrees and pass laws that affected the entire known world. She knew with almost certainty, that whomever the owner of this box was, it was someone very powerful. Very powerful indeed.

She almost hadn't seen the ring next to it, at first it seemed like nothing more than a common ring currently in fashion, but she soon realized that this was probably the ring that started that fashion. Subtle, yet classy, it was a fine ring with a symbol etched on the top. Something about the symbol resonated with her and she tried to get a closer look.

A flash of bright white light enveloped her. All of the hunger, the aches and the pains of her current predicament flooded over her and made her nearly double over in pain. Had she not been lying down and huddled in a corner she probably would have been seriously hurt. Even though the dream was over, she remembered every detailed, just as she had for the others.

It always saddened her when the dreams ended, not because of the pain but because of the possibilities it promised. These things always seemed further away now that she knew they were even possible.