I finally gained enough control however to open them fully. What I sawsurprised me beyond words.The man before me was no one I had ever seen before. I did not know thisman. But at the same time, I knew him from being his leader, from himbeing my advisor, from him being my best friend and closest companion. Orwas he? He also seemed dark, I had seen him as bad also, temperamental.So what was he to me? Good or bad? Friend or foe?He was perfection in my eyes. His face was beautiful, like a marble statuecome to life. His eyes were a deep green, with a slight edge of black on theoutside. His nose and chin were chiseled and sharp, but soft also. His lipswere curved slightly, smiling now that I had opened my eyes. And his hairwas a rich deep brown with the lightest of red tints to them, it shined softlyin the light of the day.The man behind him was older as I had predicted, but not nearly so muchas I had thought. While the younger man appeared 25 or so, the older oneappeared to be around 30. Not nearly so much as his voice seemed. Theolder man had dark hair also, with the same facial features as the youngerman. Was he his brother? But his eyes were different, softer, not as harsh ina green. He looked kindly at me, and glanced towards the younger man Itook as his brother with a look that said, “See? What did I tell you?” Then I noticed what the two men were wearing. They were wearing clothesthat appeared crude and primitive. As if they were hand-made with rawmaterials. They both wore cloth tunics and dark leather pants tied with thinrope. Their shoes, I noticed, were also made of leather.We were in a field, surrounded by thousands more men garbed in the sameoutfit, the only difference being that they were filthy. But in the distance Icould hear more. People were fighting. Why? I could hear swords clangingand screams issuing forth from men’s lungs. What was I doing here? I was awoman…right? I didn’t feel like I knew
though anymore.I lifted my head and looked down. Yes, I was a woman. But that still didn’texplain my being here, and why everyone was circled around me. “Where am I?” I whispered out to the younger man.But he just stared at me, the joy slowly transforming towards shock. “She’ll be fine will she? SHE’LL BE FINE? HOW IS SHE FINE?! SHE KNOWSNOT WHERE SHE IS!” He had turned to the older man, yelling in his face.