“When the three pieces of the soul I parted unite. Their spark is once again whole and will become what it once was, First Borne.” – The Mistress
Weird dreams always confound me. The one this morning was very strange.
I was called to an old business to pick up something. When I got there, the big person guarding the door said, “Don’t look at anything inside.”
I went in and didn’t. I kept my eyes above the counters.
Then an old woman from behind the counter asked, “Do you never look at the forbidden?”
“Not usually,” I replied glancing at another person dressed as a biker near the inside of the door.
“Then look at these cases,” she said.
I looked and saw all manners of tiny toy cars in one, different models in another, knives in yet another, but the last and biggest case only contained small trinkets. All of them different. They were little pieces made of silver that I couldn’t stop looking at.
“What are they?” I asked. She took out a velvet pad holding a small number of them.
“They are what you will carry for me,” she replied. “Touch one.”
I looked over the pieces that now looked like broken fragments with ribbons and letters on them. Some were tarnished others bright and polished but none alike. I touched one, felt the emotions and saw the memories. I drew back my hand. “What are they?” I asked her again.
I watched as two came together moving slowly until they linked and formed part of something that didn’t fit. Then it pulled apart after a few seconds remaining apart again. Another three united on the pad, fitting perfectly and disappeared in a burst of light. “What are they?” I asked.
“You know what they are. A piece you carry even now for yourself,” she said looking into my eyes.
At that moment, the things fell away in the dream leaving me and a figure of light alone. I held in my hands the pieces but none fit mine.
“Where are the ones to make me whole?” I asked.
“Tell their stories; remember my lessons,” the Mistress said.