I dreamed of an owl and a horse walking peacefully along the seashore. They seemed powerful. The horse had a sea green mane but he had a کوٹ of sparkling silver. The owl was wearing a battle armor . She (I thought the owl was a girl because of her feminine grace) flew over the back of the horse and embraced its mane with her long, graceful wings. The two ceased in a cave as soon as the sky began to rain. The owl lit a آگ کے, آگ سے طرف کی spreading her wings. The horse lay down in a feather-made mattress which seemed to be weaved سے طرف کی a hand.The cave also appeared to be theirs.
"Father will not find us here. I covered it with magical borders so no power can lure us." The owl assured the shivering horse. The horse whinnied," You've already tried your best. It is time to rest now.". The owl hesitated. Suddenly, a lightning blasted..
"Father will not find us here. I covered it with magical borders so no power can lure us." The owl assured the shivering horse. The horse whinnied," You've already tried your best. It is time to rest now.". The owl hesitated. Suddenly, a lightning blasted..
...and sliced the cave half-open.The two creatures ran.As they reached the middle of the seashore, the sky pried open and out came an eagle. "I knew it!I already forbid آپ but آپ disobeyed me!" He bellowed."Father..." The owl shook her head and stammered. "Come on!" The sky rumbled and poured مزید rain. The eagle snatched the owl سے طرف کی its long, sharp claws. "Run! Run, my love, before he outdid you. Run..." The voice trailed off.
My dream shifted into blurs of light. I woke up in the backseat of our mini-van.
"Posena, are آپ awake already?" A warm friendly voice rose from the rear seat.
"Oh Nana. I had a strange dr..." My voice cut out before I finished my sentence. I knew I shouldn't tell anyone about the vision. Instead I asked, "Lawrence, do آپ bring me purple pansies?"
Lawrence was my childhood friend.Since I was a ماہ old, we grew up together. I was told that I was perhaps an orphan
My dream shifted into blurs of light. I woke up in the backseat of our mini-van.
"Posena, are آپ awake already?" A warm friendly voice rose from the rear seat.
"Oh Nana. I had a strange dr..." My voice cut out before I finished my sentence. I knew I shouldn't tell anyone about the vision. Instead I asked, "Lawrence, do آپ bring me purple pansies?"
Lawrence was my childhood friend.Since I was a ماہ old, we grew up together. I was told that I was perhaps an orphan
تبصرہ please, if آپ do!
The daughters of the sea shall reach sixteen
And a terrible curse will be cast within
All of the twelve gems must be found
For all man's fate will be bound
The order shall once rise again
For the daughter has returned even then
A trick will be played and will end in death
With the hero's final breath
An incarnation is the daughter herself
Will be the help of Olympus یا else
A single choice shall end a son's days
Olympus to preserve یا raze.....
