It all started here, four years ago. I had a nightmare. I was chased by a witch. A wild witch (will explain in later posts). I ran and ran, but she caught up with me, right in front of this rocky, "grey", small mountain. The mountain is steep on this side, but not so tall in altitude. The sky was a leaden color.
She broke my right leg. I can still vividly recall the dread of seeing my own bones. It was not completely detached, but I knew it was the end for me. Exhausted, and hopeless, I was ready to give in to my destiny. My vision began to blur.
Wind started to blow. It wasn't regular wind, though. It was icy cold, and it was like the flapping of the wings of an enormous bird when landing. Then I saw a big shadow on the ground, covering me. And in an instant, I heard a sharp scream, I felt warm liquid pouring onto my back (I was facing the ground), and the shadow surrounded me. It was really cold.
The last thing I saw was: large feathers. Pure white, spiky on the edge, like they were made of ice.
And I heard a medium deep, gentle voice: "Hang in there."
After that I completely blacked out.
Or should I say I completely woke up from this dream?
Picture: Google image (edited a little)
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