I knew I was dreaming. I knew in the way I know when a storm is brewing. It’s a feeling; a sense dwelling deep within one’s being. As a hunter, I’d gotten very good at listening to it. Listening either kept my ass out of hot water, or won me a hefty meal. Either way, I knew when to pay attention. This time, was no different.
The trees that loomed over me were off. Their trunks blurry and opaque no matter how close I got. The ground beneath my feet was spongy, making my feet trail behind as if I walked through waist high water. Even the sun rays that cut through the canopy were wrong. The color was muted though the sun was high. Not a cloud in the sky to lessen its beauty. Yet muted it was. Everything around me was distorted in some way, as if I had somehow slipped into one of the paintings I had seen in the village.
It made the feeling roar in the back of my head. Shouldn’t be here, it cried. As if I had asked to dream this.
Time seemed to slow, and I felt like I had walked forever without really getting anywhere. The sun never fell and its palpable heat hung in the air. I was coated in sweat before too long. I had almost gone mad when I suddenly heard running water. Running water, and a woman’s sultry tones.
Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
Come away, O human Child
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping, than you can understand
I felt myself shiver as a soft wind billowed through the stagnant woods. It was as if her voice itself brought life to all that stood around me; perhaps even myself. Her voice had a quality to it like silk charged with static. Smooth and inviting as it caressed the inside of my head, yet it gave off an exciting snap when I examined it closer.
I felt lighter as her voice filled me, the lead confines that held me falling away with every step. There was a certain melancholy laced throughout the woman’s voice, and though the water grew louder as I drew closer, her voice did not. I slowed as I realized the sky had suddenly darkened, and the once pale yellow rays of light turned to streaks of twinkling pearl. I looked towards the sky, drawing a breath as the canopy suddenly disappeared to show a full moon.
So lost was I in it’s gleaming halo, that I hardly noticed the forest around me seemingly disappearing entirely. The land silvered under the moon’s loving gaze, and what details were lost in the sun, burst to life under the moon. The trees glowed and the ground glittered. Even the air smelled sweet and crisp. The world was born anew under a bejeweled sky.
Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand
I shivered. The wind licked at the sheen of sweat on my skin, and the sound of rushing water only grew as I moved soundlessly forward. Her voice was a beacon, and I the lost ship. I even felt like I rocked on the high seas with the way my body swayed to her. Finally, after what seemed like eternity, I stepped out of the woods. The brush parted without my interference, and I was greeted by what could only have been heaven.
A lake that stretched for miles was laid out before me, and the shiny gray river stones that made up its shores only made the onyx surface darker. The forest at its borders loomed with monstrous pines. It was all I could do not to gape, but when I looked down to the lake’s surface…I lost all composure. There in the center of the lake’s body, stood a woman. She stood in the very spot the full moon’s reflection should have been, but it was only her. She was the most beautiful creature I had ever beheld.
Her skin was almost ethereal under the moon’s gaze. A rich red oak color so lush, you’d think she had just been carved from the tree’s trunk. The shadows that blanketed her body made it seem as if she wore the night itself. They accentuated her curves in the most enticing way, and I could feel my body stir with need.
My skin flushed and I turned in shame, though I couldn’t keep from looking back for long. She had her back to me, her wild and wavy mane kissing the middle of her back. The crown of her head resembled barren grove wood made dormant from the cold, and it faded beautifully into a white like freshly fallen snow. The woods in deep winter was what graced her head.
Suddenly the wind gusted, and it was all I could do to keep from losing my footing. I threw my hands to shield myself from the blast, closing my eyes as my senses drowned in the smell of pine. I peered through my lashes. I blinked back at the brightness at first, thinking I had gone blind.
Before me stood a pillar of starlight, bright and intense. Staggeringly beautiful in the way the light’s border held hues of blues, greens, purples, and pinks. My entire being began to vibrate with an intense need to fill myself with it. To drink it in until I was whole. As if I was not my true self until I welcomed it into me, body and soul. I felt my mouth go dry.
As the light drew closer it started to take a form. Then, when it was a mere ten feet from me, the light finally faded away to reveal the woman from the lake. The shadows were gone from her form, giving me a breath taking sight at her naked form. Powerful toned legs connected to sleek thighs and wide hips, a taut belly with pert breasts and pale rose nipples.