This undertow of my conscious mind awakes me from my sleep. The darkness opens up around me in small pinholes of light, like thousands of tiny, white eyes peering into my chamber of rest.
I arise and walk over to a small alcove in the stone wall and dim the lamp to it's lowest glow; a lamp that has been providing light, warmth, and healing for the past 2112 years. You can still see through your hand, I think to myself, as I pull my arm away from it's task.
Looking into my thoughts, I search for the last few images and instances that sent me here. I find an image of my Queen being taken away from a large room, and I on my knees, the reflection of my stubble on the narrow blade in my lower peripheral.
I seem to have kept the top point of my body, but the rest is dark, for now. I walk back across the room and look into my chest at the foot of the bed. Gold, clothing, and my sword.
After gathering my three belongings, I turn around and finally stare at the door. Yes, I remember the other side now; I remember having to be pulled into this room by others. As I approach this side, I notice the two pillars on each side of the door. Earth and sky. Sword and stone.
This awakening is much different than my others. I feel my daughter has been born, for the first time. But, that would mean...
