Norhtal's Dream 2
Norhtal wakes in the forest. The dappled sun shines down through the overarching sliver birches and sweeping rowans. He feels he should know this place and yet the other feeling of it stirs him with slight concern. Off to his right a white flash from the corner of his eye. Turning slightly he sees a large white stag standing between two trees, the paleness of their trunks dimmed by its brightness. It paws the turf, lifts its head and turns away. Norhtal feels inexorably drawn after it. The stag then picks up the pace to trot. Norhtal starts to pace with it slightly faster, drawing near level with it. The stag then bounds away at a blinding speed, Norhtal barely thinking strides to keep paces. Running wildly through the forest together for what seems like hours, they enter a clearing and Norhtal finally falls panting near exhausted. Hearing a laugh like the running of a stream, the patter of rain. Sitting in the grass a woman.
“What fun this has been.” she says. “You are up to the challenge I think.”
Norhtal stammers “Wh-wh-who are you?”
“Is it not clear?”
Norhtal frowns and instead of trust his weak tongue, shakes his head.
“I am your lady, your patroness. I am Ryrmarchim. Will you serve my interests?”
Dumb founded Norhtal shakes his head.
“Good.” she says, “But you had better awake, if you do not then you might never wake again.”