We were located in a barren, windy place with faded beige sand, that seemed to be in the midst of an endless famine. The wind was splashing sand into our faces, and we had to cover our faces with our arms to protect our eyes.
I was with transformers, and all manner of warriors, all had very modern technology. My standing with the army was of some authoritative rank, though not directly connected. Like a guest commander. Towering over us was the enemy army, constantly growing in strength. Their warriors were huge, sizes comparable to large houses, many larger. Their armor was thick and heavy, colored black with red hot fire bursting through the seams. My own army refused to acknowledge the hopelessness of the situation, and prepared for battle.
We were protecting a tiny colony of gnome like people. Their whole colony was the size of a beach ball. The main commander and I walked towards the colony, they had to be warned. The closer we got to the colony, the more we shrunk, until by the time we were entering their little doorway, we were the same size as they were.
Their colony was shaped like a colosseum made of old, gnarled wood and entwined, dried, vines. All of the colony was seated in the circular arena, quite as can be. They were goofy looking, heads proportionally too big for their little bodies. They had large eyes, mouths and ears. All of them looked like mischievous old folk, with fluffy, powder white hair, and their faces plastered into a comical expression, as if they just had the most devilish idea.
As the 1st commander and I walked into the center of the arena, we were met by one of their leaders. He was a gruff looking gnome, set apart from the rest with a youthful face of dark scruff and dark heavy eyebrows. His name was Gnorlam. He scowled at us when we told him of the impending war that was about to happen. He dismissed us, saying what we did was no concern of theirs. Blast it! It was so frustrating to make him understand that this war we were fighting was for him and his people! He reluctantly complied to cooperate when he looked into my eyes for a long moment and saw the sincerity in them.
Now we had to move.
Exiting the domain, we returned to our life size forms, and Gnorlam grew to the size of a small hobbit. With him at our side, we gave instructions to the troops. Gradually we could see that Gnorlam was beginning to understand just how serious the situation was, as he began to lose the fixed scowl.
After a while, the only thing we could do at this point, was wait for the enemy to move. Then the commander told me to stick to the plan, and took the majority of the troops to battle, leaving me with a small force of 12 or so.
The plan was to distract the enemy. We knew that the enemy's pagan beliefs held pure virtuous maidens with high regard, and would do almost anything to get them, for sacrificial means. We stood together in a small cluster as I and two other girls changed into white flowing gowns. They would look like something you would expect Pharaoh's wife or daughters to wear. I then was given a large golden necklace to put on by Gnorlam. The necklace was made of hundreds of golden threads woven together, that hung around my neck, and cascaded down the better part of my back.
It was then I could see the Gnorlam had become fond of me, and I of him, like that of a dear uncle to a treasured niece.
As I finished fastening it around my neck (it was very heavy), Gnorlam looked at me, the only hint of emotion coming from his wet eyes. He told me it was fruitless, that there was no way I could succeed. I told him I would die then, trying to the very last breath. I would not yield and he sensed that. As he began to back away, for he was leaving us to return to the colony, he asked me to promise to repeat after him. I told him no, but he continued any way.
"I"
"I", I said with tears welling up in my eyes.
"Will not under any circumstance."
"No", I began to choke up, suppressing the sobs beneath. But I could feel Gnorlam moving farther and farther away, so I managed to sputter out, "Will not under any circumstance!"
The last phrase was so hard to hear, I wasn't entirely sure it was heard, or a small voice in my head.
"Die."
"Die", I whispered, and at once I could feel his presence no longer and I shamelessly cried like a small child.
And that is the conclusion of my dream.
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