Writing Challenge: Day 5

Title: Dream in the Sword

Genre: Fantasy

A patch of glowing mushrooms sprout of the side of the hill and into the river; illuminating the rocks below. The atmosphere of the forest is calming. Getting lost in its presence would hardly be frightening. Its trees skyrocket to the heavens and the mossy ground is colored a peaceful green. The sun is lowered but the forest remains lit by its iridescent and glow. The warped reflection of the trees in the river begins to stabilize as the water slows to stop. The soothing silence aids the blue treetops in creating a dreamy atmosphere. The wind blows occasionally, cooing to the forest's visitors and reminding them of the faint memories of the home they left behind. The water stops moving and the gurgling is fully silenced.

Lady Ch'tisael's quiet and petite footsteps synchronize with the hum of the glowing sword that is hidden in the depths of the river. She is dressed respectfully because her intentions require it. Her dress is made of blue satin and stretches down her back in a wavy zigzag. Golden lace stretches from her collar's crest and down the sides of her armlets. Her hair is pushed back into a braided bun that is tied with blue ribbon. Golden locks and green eyes are the first part of her that is seen when she is viewed from a distance. Her dress shimmers in the light that filters from the trees as she steps out of the shade. Ch'tisael approaches the clearing with confidence, but stops when remembering the sorceress's words. "You cannot achieve it if you do not respect it. The song must be sung doubtlessly." She breathes in deeply and closes her eyes while slowly stepping to the shore.

The rain comes rushing down

on the the stoney ground

The angels peek from the mountaintops

as they cry

'praise has been found…'

for wandering soldiers lost their way

on that dreadful September's eve

we'll always remember the way you slept

until hat dreamy sword is found…

The sword's glowing hum shines a green light on the surrounding stones. Lady Ch'tisael's bends her face towards the water and presses her palms together. She knows that the final test requires a great deal courage. If she's ever to obtain the dream sword, she must let it envelope her in nightmares.

She dives under the water and out of sight. The river turns black and it will take hours before anyone will see Lady Ch'tisael again.