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//I had a dream last night. I dreamt of angels, or rather one in particular. I never saw his face, just the outline of his body, because the shadows were swallowing him whole. However, I didn’t need to see his face to know how beautiful he was. I could feel it surrounding me, shaping itself against my skin. I glowed and my whole body was humming as emotions raged on inside me, lust being the one I least expected. Then again, I hadn’t expected to have such a strange dream.

When I looked back at the beautiful angel, I saw his body becoming less and less visible and I could feel his pain. A pain so great that it overwhelmed me, causing me to fall to my knees as tears began to cascade down my face, and sobs began erupting from deep in my throat.

For the first time, I looked around to take in my surroundings; I had to find him help. What I saw, or rather what I didn’t see left me speechless, if speech was in fact possible at that point. Emptiness surrounded me. Not even was there the darkness I was so used to. The dark of night is my home, for I am as much a creature of it as the dark forces I hunt. The emptiness however, made me feel bare and so out of place.

Suddenly I couldn’t breathe. Something had gotten a grip on my throat and was draining the life out of me. I was drowning; drowning in the emptiness that I had just realized surrounded me. Someone was calling my name, and some part of me knew that If I could only find the source of that voice, everything would be okay.

With strength I didn’t realize I still possessed, I managed to throw up a shield of energy that shimmered and crackled a faint blue, the color of my magic. Whatever attacked me backed away, screeching in pain. The sound filled my ears and made my bones rattle. I put my hands to my ears, trying in vain to block out the terrible sound and shouted as loud as I could for a certain angel.

Too soon, I started pouring my very self into my magic without even knowing it, and even if I had, I doubt I would have cared. At the time, all I wanted, all I needed, was for the sound and the pain to go away. I started to slip; I couldn’t fight it anymore. It was engulfing. The emptiness was killing me, and eventually I just gave up fighting. I prepared myself for what I knew was sure to come. A hoarse laugh escaped my parched lips. ‘So,’ I thought, ‘death would win the last battle after all!’//

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“Rhiannon?” Buffy asked when she was conscience once more. “Where are we? Where was I?” Looking around frantically she continued. “Where’s Angel? Who’s Angel?” Her fear and confusion was evident in her voice.

“You just woke up and already so many questions little one.” Rhiannon said, her eyes dancing with amusement, though her voice was soothing and calm. “I will answer them as best as I can. To begin, we are in the dreamtime. My plane of existence, I suppose you could say. Here, is where I hold the powers of dream and time. Your second question however I am afraid I have no answer to, for I do not know. You are in a dreamlike state obviously, but this ‘dream’—if it was that—was out of my range. I simply felt your life force slipping away, and pulled you to me. Alas, I am truly sorry now, for I know not this Angel of whom you speak. As I said, you were out of my range, and therefore I do not know precisely what this dream entailed. Once you rest some more, I promise we shall discuss this ‘dream’ of yours.”

And as Buffy once again slipped into the beckoning folds of sleep, a whisper echoed through her mind. ‘Pleasant dreams little one.’

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Rhiannon was waiting for me in my beloved garden, by the lake, but she was not Rhiannon now. She had taken the form of Nimue, as she always did near the water. This form was just as beautiful as the last, and to describe it in words would surely lessen its beauty, but never could such a beauty be lessened too much, so I will try to find the words.

Her hair, silky and flowing, was so light and pale that from afar it took on an almost bluish tint. That magnificent hair framed a face of pure loveliness, with a creamy and fair complexion. She had sharp and yet delicate cheekbones, and big gray eyes. Taking in her change in form, I wondered, not for the first time, if I would ever know her true form.

It was she who broke the silence.

“My little one, it has been long since my land has been graced with your sweet voice, and my heart yearns to hear it once more. Will you not ease our pain and sing a sweet melody?” She asks me, never taking her eyes away from the lake. I feared what she saw there, though I did not know why then.

When she looked up at me, her eyes were troubled and I couldn’t deny her that one simply wish, if only it would make her eyes shine once more. And so my song began. I know not how to translate such a song in your common tongue, and if I did, I doubt it would make much of sense to you. The song I sang was taken from the beauty found around me and from the troubles one often finds inside of them selves. It is a very old song, but every time it is sung, I suppose the singer must add something new. For with the old, the new must blend, as it has been since the beginning of history.

All the questions that I could not help but wish to ask was laid before Nimue, but this did not trouble me. I knew she could never answer all the questions I had, but I knew she would understand my aching and pain. Nimue is like that, so much like that in fact that I often found myself wondering if her soul purpose of existence is to make mine more liveable….this too was added to my song.

Opening my eyes, I saw that Nimue’s eyes were beginning to shine once more as if I were feeding her her life’s essence. And so, I kept singing, and my dream, my angel, was pushed far from my thoughts, but that voice, his voice, was still calling out to me. But alas, I pushed that away too, and now I ponder the thought that maybe that had been exactly what Nimue had intended.

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When my song ended, I could hear giggling and clapping carried to me by the breeze. I looked around for a source, knowing that I would never find them, as I gave a graceful curtsy and a small giggle of my own. By now, Nimue had discarded her clothing and was ushering me to do the same. There was no akwardness between her and I, as we descended into the lake, now both clothed in nothing but our skin. We swam like we belonged to the water. Eleionomae, my dear nymph friend, often told me that I did indeed belong to the water, just as she does; I never understood that statement, nor did I feel the need to try to.

Soon I pulled myself away from the water, to lie on the sweet dewy grass near the edge of the lake. I was content just to stay there under the sun as it beat upon my naked flesh, warming every part of me, as well as to just watch Nimue swim in the water.

Every once in a while she would rise above the water and my breath would catch in my throat as I looked upon this lovely creature in awe. She glistened, the water cascading down her perfectly carved body. Down her neck, through the valley between her breasts, around the lush curves of stomach, through her womanly folds, and finally descending down her legs. I wondered if I ever looked that beautiful, even if it were for only a moment in my life.

Later she came to the spot where I was lying, and her lips brushed mine ever so tenderly. It was not a kiss meant for a lover, I would never think that of Nimue and myself, yet there were feelings there. Of love, most definitely, but not a passionate sort of love. Perhaps just the love of a mother and her childe.

“This Angel, he troubles you, yes little one?” She asked me. I didn’t answer, I don’t know why. Maybe I already knew the pain he would bring. I just curled myself up beside her. That gave her all the answer she needed. “I needn’t have asked, the answer is clear. Come let us go inside and rest a bit, we shall speak of him later.”

Suddenly I found myself on my feet, walking no longer with Nimue, but with Rhiannon toward the splendid castle we often called home.

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