Dreams of Ayana: An old Blog post Revised

Written By Damien Knight

(This blog post was written and poste previously on an old blog 5 years ago.)

I dream of a place where I am dead. Not truly dead but appearing undead. There like here I suffer a chronic ailment except this ailment there is death itself. It is rot. I have a healer who tends me. She is m’lady, my queen, I call her Ni, princess of the elves, she is queen. I serve her no matter her title I may be her king but I was her warrior, her knight first. She is my healer; she knows my past.

In this dream world, I don’t even remember a lot of my past. She does. There I am two beings merged into one body. I, Arajuan, the elder being do not remember the events that sealed me into my soul crystal nor do I know the events that caused the merging of the crystal to Koraki’s body. (at the time of writing this 5 years ago this was true) The Death-Knight became my carrier and he and I act as one in almost all things.

M’lady does not appear in dreams anymore but one of the last ones she was in she revealed a hidden truth. I thought I was seeing through the eyes of a daemon, a creature part mortal part godlike helper created to assist the mortal beings of Aldaria. This being had forgotten who he was or why he was locked away.

That night as I dreamt I encountered a black dragon who challenged me saying

“Face me white darkness.”

I was confused, he used the ancient dragon tongue instead of modern draconic. I could understand it. Ni touched me and I changed. I was this massive creature, a dragon, an Asian Lung with white feather like hair all over, clawed hands bird like. I felt this rage the black dragon was saying something to her. I wasn’t sure what he was saying. I felt he was a threat to her and while she was still in her elf form I violently threw her from me and out of the way. I opened my mouth and the consume magic is used as a hand spell in other forms was my breath weapon. I had stolen his soul.

I asked Ni why I was a dragon; how it was possible. Her answer was that she had read an ancient history in her library stating that the divines took DNA from many beings that had come about including the first great dragon, the first Eternal Lung. They formed the being in a lab and placed him in an egg sac. He had no name and when he was born he emerged from his sac fully formed. Not a dragon but a demon like being, but the creature carried a full dragon type DNA, modified, yes but dragon. So the creature was a genetically engineered dragon, and she assumed this dragon was Arajuan. Seems she was right.

(further dreams have since revealed that her reading wasn’t entirely without propaganda. After the dark Eternal’s death, he was stigmatized as a monster. This blog post is to reveal where I have pulled my stories and characters from for the Aldaria series as it is in old dream journal I wrote.)

That came to my thoughts. Who am I, what was my purpose? Why would they create me from the Eternal? Was I the Yang to his Yin? The Dark to his Light, Evil to his Good? What was the purpose? I thought of that last night I mean the purpose of “Arajuan” why can’t they be one solid person? What is the need for the dark side of him? Why does she love the dark side so much, so cold foreboding, mysterious and unfeeling except for anger?

Eventually I will learn who he is, and perhaps who I am. Her hand is the healing hand, her words command me and I am her knight. I will rest my head in her arms. I will not fear for she is my strength. She is the queen of my heart. And I will dream again.

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