Sounds of crickets chirping, a whistle through the tree's as the sounds of a wagon filled my ears. My eyes opened to see the princess asleep on Gardenvor, her knight's, shoulder. The wagon was quite dark except for a candle being in a glass bottle at my side. I rubbed my head as the throbbing slowly went away.
Seeing how peaceful the princess and her knight were, I decided to keep my noise to a minimum as I looked outside the wagon, peering into the forest. Fireflies lit up the tree's as we made our way down the road. My mind raced with what my dream was about.
How did it know my name? What did it mean about my destiny? Is the magic that I wield really that dangerous?
My mind raced as I tried to contemplate what the voice meant. Any and all speculations that popped questions were left with no points that connect.
The voice didn't mean anything by it, my destiny is to go home, right? But, if I don't make a sacrifice, many will be sacrificed.
Rubbing my head, I tried to wrap my mind around what it is they said, getting more and more confused the deeper my thoughts went.
"What seems to trouble you?" Gardenvor spoke in a soft tone, seeing my visible frustration.
"I don't know... I had an odd dream and, it told me some pretty concerning things."
"Like what?" Gardenvor asked, puzzled as his head cocked to the side.
"Saying that I will need to make sacrifices, or that many will be sacrificed. As well as not letting the magic that I wield intoxicate me."
Gardenvor's eyes steeled as he looked at me, "can you describe your surroundings?"
"I was in space, I think. It was black and purple, stars all around me as a moon was being eclipsed."
He looked at me with a face painted with concern. "What do you mean by 'it told you'?"
"A voice, one that sounded powerful, yet deep and cold. I'm unsure who, or what it is, but it left me a warning."
"And that warning was about your power, and your supposed 'destiny'." Gardenvor scratched his chin as he began to think.
"I do remember coming across a book in an old village, long since decayed. It laid open across a lectern with the moon shining down on it. Only problem is, it is in an ancient language."
"Do you think that might have to do with it?" I asked.
"When I brought it back, the archaeologists wanted to get a hold of it almost immediately. They were unable to transcribe it, though something about it felt quite wrong."
"Maybe that might be able to tell me something about this dream I had. Is there any known records of anyone having, or even being able to do what I did to that husk?" I asked.
"No, not in recent times. Any records of it were from over four millennia ago, during the age of rapture."
"The age of rapture?" My interest grew.
"Back when daemons had opened a rift to the overland, heroes from all over. There were only a few that survived. Only one spoke of a dream."
"What do you mean?" Fascinated by the story, I wanted to learn more.
"Something about someone coming from a land that is unheard of. But they never spoke of a delirious child." Gardenvor took a knock at me.
"Uh-huh." Sighing, none of what he said gave possible answers.
"Still, something about you has my mind entranced with the story." Gardenvor put his chin in his hand.
"Yeah? What about it? Aren't I just an 'amnesia stricken child' like you said?"
"The only hero to ever wield the magic of the void, was the infamous Cobalt I'legar." The knight sighed, "quite the nutcase in my opinion."
"What about him made you think that?"
"I am forbidden to speak on the matter. But, there is a book about his life in the archives in the kingdom's steeple. You never heard this from me."
My hair stood on edge as I felt his cold gaze, "yes sir."
"Now, get some rest, we're still quite a ways away from the kingdom."
My eyes veered to staring back out the window as the fireflies danced in the midst of the night.
I need to get to the bottom of this.