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bannion_sight) wrote2007-04-13 04:08 pm
bannion_sight) wrote2007-04-13 04:08 pm
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Asleep in Ysanne's cottage during the deepest, darkest hours of the morning, Kim dreams.
She moans in her sleep, tossing violently from side to side as for the first time she fights her own vision, struggling not only not to see, but to actually change the shape of the image that stands before her; not merely to foresee, but to alter the threads of the Tapestry on the Weaver's Loom.
It is to no avail, of course. It was so that Kim could dream this very dream that Ysanne had relinquished her own soul to ensure that Kim would be the Seer she needed to be, the Seer of Brennin, and there are no true surprises here. Only despair, and a weight of inevitability.
Slowly, she ceases her unconscious battle, and lies still.
It is late morning when she finally wakes. For a time she simply stays in bed, looking at the fall of the sunlight as it streams through the windows, deeply, desperately grateful for the small bit of peace to be found in this quiet place. She can hear birds singing outside, and the distant sound of waves splashing quietly against the rocks on the shore.
It's that sound which moves her, finally. Kim gets up and dresses, then goes out into the brightness of the day, heading down the path to the lake.
She walks a narrow bridge above an abyss, while shapeless horrors twist vilely in the darkness below. The land ahead of her is empty and blighted, and split open by a long and winding road. She can't see where it leads-- the road disappears into darkness.
As Kim approaches the far side of the chasm, a figure appears, walking towards her. Towards the road. With dawning terror, she realizes that there's something all too familiar about it.
She moans in her sleep, tossing violently from side to side as for the first time she fights her own vision, struggling not only not to see, but to actually change the shape of the image that stands before her; not merely to foresee, but to alter the threads of the Tapestry on the Weaver's Loom.
It is to no avail, of course. It was so that Kim could dream this very dream that Ysanne had relinquished her own soul to ensure that Kim would be the Seer she needed to be, the Seer of Brennin, and there are no true surprises here. Only despair, and a weight of inevitability.
Slowly, she ceases her unconscious battle, and lies still.
She stands motionless in the dream as well, at the far side of the chasm, facing him. There is to be no changing it, no turning back; this has been waiting for her, for them both, since the beginning. The figure approaches once more, and as he takes the first step upon the Darkest Road, Kim Ford sees his face.
It is late morning when she finally wakes. For a time she simply stays in bed, looking at the fall of the sunlight as it streams through the windows, deeply, desperately grateful for the small bit of peace to be found in this quiet place. She can hear birds singing outside, and the distant sound of waves splashing quietly against the rocks on the shore.
It's that sound which moves her, finally. Kim gets up and dresses, then goes out into the brightness of the day, heading down the path to the lake.