Thread: Dreamspinner

There had been a time, when the world was cold, and ice covered the ground that the world had feared her. The whisper of her name, was enough to summon the woman. She was a immortal among mortals, and mortal among immortals. She was death and life, she was fear and bravery. She was the two sides of the coin that revealed all, because she did not fear anything. And when war came, war that melted the ice on the ground, she did the only thing she could, and locked both good and evil away. Time kissed, the bonds of time loosely held both, but she knew they would wake again someday. The dreams of the world were a light dream for the woman long held. A gauzy world that she was no longer sure which was real. And yet, she was stirring, the world becoming real again, even if she was not waking as she should. And the words floated and she did not understand in the quiet, what they had to do with her. Hope lies with Belladonna. Hope lies in spinning dreams. She had eyes filled with the darkness between stars, and all the coldness that went with it. A rain pressed against my skin, cold, and smelled flowers that hadn't existed in a milinea. She looked like moonlight given form as she walked,all silvers and blacks, like the night sky walking.It had created a instinctive fear, felt even a milinea later. She was the reason men feared full night, for in all her dark glory, she was the night given life. Something moved in the starlight. Something besides her, and I saw the army that had come for her. Saw the sorceress she was facing, and had a instinctive reaction. Pulling away I wondered who's memory I was in. Her's, or her enemies? You came with armies Sarsen ,and I stand alone.Will you fight now? And I was listening to sounds, coming from a voice that hadn't been heard when human first walked the world. And yet...I was hearing the words I knew, not the ones she did. And I understood something that I had been afraid of as I had the dream over and over. To wake her would unleash the chance of her becoming like Sarsen, standing on Voldemort's side. But also, it was to be our only hope, to capture the evil she had once defeated. She walked in divine indifference, and wore a coat of misery, and of despair, and drinks of cup of sorrow.And the forces of darkness must sit at a table she made of the bones of their kin and weep bitter tears of the banquet she's made for them. Yet in her indifference and pain, of a destiny that she had tried to escape, by being good and indifferent to the pain around her. Because even if she had tried to escape, some things were not what you could get away. Then the world tilted, faded and reshaped. There she was there again, younger, more maliable, and the words drifted through as she walked in the night. There was a strange kind of thunder, a distant calling. She is coming. There was a angry buzzing, of men who feared something they could not voice. A voice that didn't belong to my dream girl, but was in her memories anyways. Because it was telling of coming, and it was a story she would have known well.You whore the old ways, and make a mockery of everything we are. You twist things to suit yourself. They talk about honoring the gods that created them,both men and fae, but its a lie. You Sarsen, will meet our match, because you've perverted what we are. There will come a day the blood debt will be called in, and you will have to answer for what you have done. Who is coming, dreamer? The dreamspinner who will walk between dusk and dawn. The posion that will be both your destruction, and your salvation. The buzzing grew louder, a howl from the night sounded, like a summonings. A sound full of rage and laughter, of fury and joy. Who's memory am I in?I asked looking around, trying to find something familiar. You are in mine, dreamer. Or are you just another part of the dream? I looked around,and even as the dream fragmented around me, I met the girl's eyes, and I realized something. My hope lied with Belladonna. Her darkness was my fate. Narcissa sighed softly as she walked into the black manor, looking upset as she searched for not only her cousin and his lover, but also her nephew. While he wasn't her nephew by blood, he was in any other way. Harry Potter nee Black was everything she could have wanted in a childhood playmate for her son Draco, and even if the rivally had grown as they had, it was more friendly then anything else. Siri?Remus?She called as she walked up the main steps, fiddlign with the letter in her fingers, because she did not know how to tell them that not only did they think that Dumbledore was dead, but that he had left a message, just for harry. And she was very afraid for her nephew in what could come next.