Thunder Oak: A New Begining

Darkness.

That's all I see, is darkness.

Memories are coming back to me. I'm… a human. A young woman. I remember.. there was a constant struggle for power between the two kingdoms of Welkin. I remember leaving with the others.

…The children?

… Ah yes, the children. We didn't want to leave our home but we had no choice. So I helped them leave clues behind so someone may find and bring us home.

The last thing I remember was when we had arrived on the isle we were lead to and were lead straight for the caves further inland. There we fell into slumber after breathing in a fragrance that was thick in the air around us.

I don't know how long I had been dreaming, but now I feel something calling to me. I heard a 'not-voice' saying something about sending my spirit to the one who seeks us out. For the time has come for humans to be given another chance to live.

When the 'not-voice' retreated back into the darkness I tried calling out to it.

"Who seeks us?"

"Who are you?"

"What do you mean send my spirit?"

I tried to ask, only to find myself unable to voice my words like in a dream.

'A dream?'

'Is this all this is? Just another dream to keep me company in this dark abyss?'

Just as I thought of this there was a glimmer of light. When I saw it I immediately started, swimming?, floating? toward it.

As I got closer I began to feel a kind of warmth, that something inside of me craved, yearned for. When I was close enough the "not-voice" came back. It told me to help guide the one who seeks us.

It also told, as well as showed me, that much has changed during our absence. That animals have become intelligent with speech. It also told me about a stoat with white fur, regardless of the season, named Prince Poynt, a tyrant ruler.

Of the crumbling sea walls that would soon collapse, flooding Welkin, the reason we were being sought out.

It also spoke of another stoat of importance, Lord Haukin, who had found and was currently deciphering young Alice's diary.

And finally it told of a band of outlaws, and their leader Sylver, a weasel. It was he who wished to bring us back.

Once again the 'not-voice' faded away with no further explanation. Meaning I was on my own.
I placed my attention back on the light, not resisting the pull as I went to it.

The last thing I remember thinking was that I hoped that this time my visions were true and not induced by sleep. When I woke up ("Wait. When did I lose consciousness?") it was to the sound of scurrying. And the smell of the forest.