Morgana slept restlessly as she had so many nights of her life. She had the same dream over and over again. A seemingly faceless woman in a translucent mist wearing a white robe with dark hair that calls to her and motions for her to come closer. There is a green aura around her, making the mist seem to glow. The only thing Morgana could see on the woman’s face, the only feature that stood out, was her brilliant green eyes.

Sometimes she would find herself in different places. But it was always the same woman. This time Morgana was slinking her way through a forest towards the far side of a lake. She was lost. Suddenly she saw a mist forming, it hovered before her. Then she appeared.

“Come Morgana….Come to me child…” The woman’s voice would repeat. “

The woman’s voice would repeat. The voice was soft and soothing. A voice full of love and caring. Morgana felt the pull in her heart as she would begin walking toward the woman. “Come Morgana. Come to me child..” She said nothing else. Then she cried pitifully as she faded within the mist.

Morgana always woke up in a start. Always breathing heavily and sweat gleaming on her face, hair damp and tears streaking her flushed cheeks. The dreams have always unnerved Morgana, as she is always upset and trembling afterward and not knowing why for the dreams were comforting in a way, not terrifying. It was as if something inside her was struggling for control. She has never been able to understand the reoccurring dreams, and she constantly wondered who the woman was, and why she was crying, for the crying was so heart wrenching.

 

 

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