As slumber begins and the dreamworld beckons, I see her in the shadows that dance in my room. I hear her whisper “come to me my child”. I reach out to her and feel her take hold of my hand.
Now here I stand in the great hall before the council of my ancestors. Battle scarred and weary from fighting my demons. She stands and makes her way to me. I kneel and say “Blessing my Raven Queen”. She put her hand upon my shoulder and said to me “Rise my child”.
As I raise my gaze to meet hers, she says, “I can see you have all but given up, lost faith in what you fight for.” I lower my eyes in shame “Yes, my Queen I have.” But I can still feel her eyes on me. Is my Queen ashamed of me? I ask myself. She is a great warrior and has fought many battles. She is fearless and would never cease a battle until she stood victorious over her enemies.
I whisper “I have lost so many of my companions, my brothers in arm. I now stand alone on the battlefield.” She lifts my head to meet her gaze, and says “you are never alone my child.” She looks back and sweeps her hand across the room. “For we are always with you. You may not see us, but we are there.” One by one they stand and begin to slowly hit their swords upon their shields, with an “Ah woo” the room soon echoes their battle call.
Softly she says “The night holds the medicine to calm your soul and ease your mind. Rest easy my child for we are here.” As the early morning light begins to seep through the curtains. I open my eyes and see her there in the shadow. As she begins to fade she smiles at me one last time.
From this night forward I will rest easy knowing that while I sleep they stand guard over me. Giving me the time I need to rest my weary soul and prepare for battle again in the morning.
