My Idea Box

ORIGINAL IDEA: Dreaming of a fallen King

In a field of black, fire roared as the flag of the red dragon burned. 

"What is this?" 

Atop a hill of corpses, a father speared his son, and a son stabbed his father back.

"What is going on?"

The two men fell, and another voice whispered over their screams.

"Find him."

"'Find him?' Who are you-?"

The fire died, and the flag of the red dragon, the flag of Camelot, fell. Knocked down by the many men in white and black. They clashed, their swords singing death.

All had been unrecognizable, except for one: a boy in brown, running in between enemy soldiers.

"No! Get out of there! Get out!"

The boy only heard his own screams as a black knight fell atop him-

"MORY!" Marian screamed, her eyes snapping widen open.

Awake at last, Marian breathed and scanned her surroundings. She wasn't in a terrible battlefield of death. She had been in her bed, staring up at the stone ceiling of her chamber. It took her several moments to realize that and her sweaty face.

Having come to her senses, Marian sat up. To the side, a breeze intruded through her open window, the stone now wet with rainwater. It cooled the perspiration to her brow and entered into her panting lungs. With it came a calm wave that slowed Marian's thumping heart.

Then the cool air grew bitter cold. Marian pulled her blanket until it hugged her back, adding more white to her nightgown. Her eyes trailed down in thoughts surrounding that dream. It was so real, so vivid...

Marian pulled the blanket closer to her. "It was a dream. Just a dream," she told herself. Yes, that was all it was. Another dream.

Another nightmare.

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AN: Another preview for another story idea that I have. This one in particular is a fantasy surrounding Arthurian legend, or rather what happens right after the story (as most of us are familiar with) ends. We'll see when I can put this out.

-W.S.