A Guild of Moonlit Shadows (A KOTLC FanFic)

A Call for Home (Oneshot)

This is set about 5 months before AAD first takes place! Don't play music till it cues!

Sophie should be peacefully asleep in her Havenfield bedroom, but instead, her mind took her elsewhere, anywhere but the calm sleep Sophie desperately needed.

It was a dream of trickery and panic. It was deception and deceit, baiting Sophie in with a beginning of peace. Sophie was in a long flittering dress; it looked like deep liquid moonlight, a deep azure that filtered into a light blue at the end of the dress, so bright it seemed almost white. Her hair was in a beautifully braided coronet that didn't seem elven, something more exotic. Strands of hair framed her face, and a band of braided leather was sitting comfortably around her forehead before disappearing into her coronet. Around her hips was a belt of durable silver, along with bands of silver with runes that seemed so weirdly familiar yet indiscernible written along her wrists.

Ελάτε σπίτι, αγαπητέ μου, η ψυχή σας σας παρακαλεί να επιστρέψετε στην πόλη των ονείρων σας, στη χώρα της ελπίδας, στο σπίτι των ξεχασμένων αδελφών και αδελφών.

(Points to whoever puts this in google translate and figures it out first!)

She was in a field of long grass, wildflowers and critters running through the shrouded protection of the long weeds and turf. She was in a valley surrounded by high white-capped mountains, a beautiful sparkling ocean in the distance. The mountains curled around the sea, creating a massive bay that ships could pass through and enter the docks. nearby was a brilliant field of bright red flowers, booming and absorbing the sun, overlooking one of the bigger villages. 

Behind her was an enormous city, the hum of life could be heard even as Sophie stood miles away. Across the countryside was a bunch of villages, smaller than the biggest one in the middle, but just as alive.

Even if Sophie was barefoot, she walked forward, her heartwarming at the sight of it all. It seemed so comforting, so warming and homely, even if Sophie has never been here before. She started in a small walk through the soft grasses towards the ocean, towards one of the small villages, but then she started sprinting, wildly laughing as the wind ripped at her hair and azure dress. She breached through the long grass, weaving through groves of olive and apple trees, the going farmers and civilians not minding her as she freely ran. They looked like elves, but there was something more too them. Almost like they were... older, but didn't have the pointed ears. They wore peasant wear, unlike the fancy regalia in the Lost Cities. But they didn't seem unhappy, even a few of them waving to Sophie as she darted past.