"Greetings, my child."
Flindra was sleeping and knew this
voice was coming into her dreams. She
tried to awaken, but slipped deeper into her dream. With a strange sense of detachment, she found
herself looking at her fire and the cave she had taken refuge in. She was aware of her sleeping self, but she
was looking beyond the fire.
A man, a tall and powerfully built
warrior sat beyond the flickering flames.
He rested his hand casually on the hilt of a broadsword. There was a large ruby on the pommel of the
weapon and the jewel sparkled in the firelight.
He wore chain mail and a red surcoat emblazoned with the image of a
galloping white horse. He was
clean-shaven with shoulder length blond hair.
His noble features were touched with an air of resolute firmness and unquenchable
courage. He seemed to be waiting for her
and his green eyes snapped with intensity as he looked at her.
Flindra struggled to come awake.
"No child," he said in a
baritone voice. "Stay asleep or my
image will flee. I am here to give you
guidance."
"Who are you?" she heard her
voice asking him although she hadn't spoken. Then she realized she was listening to her own
thoughts.
"I am King Meldh and you, Flindra,
are my heir and the world's champion. I
am visiting your dream by the grace of the Spirit."
She gazed at her distant grandfather
and was overcome with awe and profound respect.
He gave her a quick smile as if he
could read her thoughts.
"How can you be here?"
"I am coming to you through your
memories, my beloved child."
"My memories? How can that be? You have been gone from our world for a
thousand years. How could I remember
you?"
"You carry memories of all those in our line. These memories will come to you when needed
which will allow you to draw upon the knowledge of those who have passed before
you."
"I don't understand."
He smiled in tender amusement. "Open your mind and heart, Flindra. You need to take me on faith so accept this
mystery and listen carefully for I must give you some information."
"What do I need to know?"
Flindra asked with an air of patient discipline.
"You are being hunted by a
mystical and terrifying enemy named the Ansu."
"The Ansu? I've never heard of them."
"The Ansu are the embodiment of an
ageless and endless evil and are bent on destroying life and thus the goodness
of the Spirit. You have knowledge of
them buried deep within your memories for you carry my blood and know of them
through me. My army and I fought them so
I know them well." King Meldh
shifted his gaze to focus on the fire and his face was touched with
sorrow. "We weren't able to defeat
these monsters." He paused for just
a moment as if his memories were hurtful.
Then he looked up and drilled her with an intense stare. "It is now up to you, Flindra, to rally
the defenses of the world and bring about their end. We need to end the suffering they have cursed
us with."
His eyes became softer and were touched
with fatherly worry. "They are
moving their agents into position to hunt you down, Flindra. There are things you must learn to protect
yourself against them."
"Why do they want to kill
me?"
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