In my dream...I am outside. I feel the morning sun warming my face. I stretch my arms out to the skies, as I say farewell to the Moon and a welcome to the Sun.
Suddenly I feel myself soaring towards the heavens...Instead of my pale arms I see two strong wings...stretching out gracefully. My feet are no longer there, but instead two strong claws, destined to catch some prey. I smile in wonderment...but only briefly, as the winds catches my wings and I feel a sudden burst of freedom raging through my core,. I fly higher and higher until I only see mountains under me and the skies above me. Idly I lean on the winds and let myself glide...
After some time the landscape changes beneath me. I see hills covered with trees and my strong sense of smell catches the scent of burning. I fly lower and lower...until I see elves fighting...and orcs, the Uruk hai. My sense of disgust mingled with my eagle's sense of contempt makes me want to fligh high back up towards the skies but something wills me to stay and I control my eagle self.
As I circle down the battlefield I see an image of myself, staff in one hand and sword in the other. My mirrow image is covered in blood and I see fear in those eyes as my brother in arms Medethel is surrounded by Orcs. I hear him shouting my name...Leyesta come help me, a desperate tone in his voice.
The image of me hears him and goes forwards to his side, but then suddenly halts, like she is held by invisible arms.
I try to speak to my image..Go, help him!
But of course no human sounds comes from my beak. Only a moment later, I see Medethel fall on his knees, an axe in his back...and my mirrow image frozen in shock.
I wake up in terror... I find my clothes as fast as I can and run towards the Barracks to find Medethel.
