Morning time!
So I had this weird nightmare-turned-kickass-dream. I want to share.
Yeah, I was supposed to be like, the prophesied person who was going to save the world from somethingorother. But I was lost in a building that was determined to keep me in (stairs becoming perilous ramps, elevator doors opening onto nothing, etc) and it was starting to get hella scary. Then, I ran into other people who were having the same problem, and we were working together as a team to get out... and it turned out they were bad guys and just maneuvering me into a corner so they could do all manner of unkind things. (Dark and scary dream gets interminably dark and scary.) And, then it panned to a scene of other people in the building. They looked like Norse gods. They had an adorable grey puppy. They were looking for something, (hey, it was me. turns out that prophecy? I'm sposta help them. Turns out they're supposed to be the ruling family of something. Got taken over by a neighboring kingdom, now they wander. Weird tech-fantasy dreams anyway), and when they caught sight of me getting attacked, they decided to step in. And then they figured out who I was. While my attackers were still confused and trying to figure out where these people (and their rabid puppy) just came from, Suddenly we were in a great hall, at a feast, and I was on a shiny chair. I'd apparently done my job (I wish I knew what it was I'd been prophecied to do, all I got was a montage of killing people. Apparently I'm remarkably good at that. In a skirt.) and they decided to keep me around. They married the prince off. To me. (Hey, the prince looked a lot like guthmunder . Did you know he were descended from tech-fantasy norsemen?) It was a gorgeous feast, and I was a princess. And not the floofy kind of princess either. Crown of dainty little daggers. Some of which are removable. Talk about a fighting kingdom. I think I had 6 different weapons on me at my purported wedding feast. It was cool, and full of death.
Yeah, I was supposed to be like, the prophesied person who was going to save the world from somethingorother. But I was lost in a building that was determined to keep me in (stairs becoming perilous ramps, elevator doors opening onto nothing, etc) and it was starting to get hella scary. Then, I ran into other people who were having the same problem, and we were working together as a team to get out... and it turned out they were bad guys and just maneuvering me into a corner so they could do all manner of unkind things. (Dark and scary dream gets interminably dark and scary.) And, then it panned to a scene of other people in the building. They looked like Norse gods. They had an adorable grey puppy. They were looking for something, (hey, it was me. turns out that prophecy? I'm sposta help them. Turns out they're supposed to be the ruling family of something. Got taken over by a neighboring kingdom, now they wander. Weird tech-fantasy dreams anyway), and when they caught sight of me getting attacked, they decided to step in. And then they figured out who I was. While my attackers were still confused and trying to figure out where these people (and their rabid puppy) just came from, Suddenly we were in a great hall, at a feast, and I was on a shiny chair. I'd apparently done my job (I wish I knew what it was I'd been prophecied to do, all I got was a montage of killing people. Apparently I'm remarkably good at that. In a skirt.) and they decided to keep me around. They married the prince off. To me. (Hey, the prince looked a lot like guthmunder . Did you know he were descended from tech-fantasy norsemen?) It was a gorgeous feast, and I was a princess. And not the floofy kind of princess either. Crown of dainty little daggers. Some of which are removable. Talk about a fighting kingdom. I think I had 6 different weapons on me at my purported wedding feast. It was cool, and full of death.