The cave seemed to glow, producing its own light. The water shimmered, reflecting hues of blues and greens on the walls, rivaling the emerald gown I wore. I walked through the cave, in total awe, not even wondering why or how I had come to be here.
Lilies, along with their emerald green leaves, blossomed on the surface of the water. A single stone path led across the water, into the mist. I placed my bare foot on the smooth, damp stone. My steps, slow at first, were smooth and sure, one following the other, getting faster and faster, until I was gliding across the stone path.
I was running faster and smoother than Cynric, my stallion. Was this what flying was like? After what seemed an eternity, yet so short, I slowed until my steps were a slow patter. I was in the center of the cave, where it glowed most.
A gasp caught in my throat. Wolfhart. The legend. He stood several paces in front of me. He looked just as I imagined. Tall, with light hair, and soft blue eyes. His metal armor was strong, of the newest style, not just chainmail. His golden sword rested inside an elaborate scabbard.
“Wolfhart?” I said. He nodded.
Only five more paces and I would reach him. Suddenly, the water surrounding me turned to lava, and wolves leaped out onto the stone path. They surrounded me.
"Wolfhart!" I cried. The wolves were pure black, blood dripping from their fangs, and their sharp talon-like claws were the length of my hand. The lava ran over the stone path and Wolfhart disappeared into the mist. I cried out again.
The lava was slowly inching closer to my feet. The wolves were multiplying in numbers, and they were growing larger. Then I heard a tremendous growl behind me. Something breathed down my neck. I stood very still with bated breath.
Then, to my surprise, all the wolves bowed. Their blue eyes, like deep, never-ending crystals, mesmerized me.
"Fianna." I turned around at the call of my name. Before me stood a very large wolf. At least as tall as two men. I froze.
“Do not be frightened, young warrior, I am Destiny,” The large black wolf said, “We’ve been seeking you for many generations, and finally we’ve found you. It is time for you to free Wessex, we are yours to command.”
Destiny bowed. I turned to look at the multitude of wolves behind me. That was strange, their fur was now white, like the winter snow. I looked back toward Destiny. She was still black, but I noticed crystals sparkling in her fur. They twinkled like little bells when she moved.
“Where is Wolfhart, the chief warrior of the prince Wymarc of Wessex?” I shouted. Destiny said nothing, but turned around and jumped back into the lava. The other wolves followed her example.
“Wait!” But I spoke too late. As the last of the wolves disappeared, the lava turned back into water.
I stared in disbelief.
“Fianna,” Wolfhart shouted behind me. The stone path had appeared again, and he stood three paces from me.
Wolfhart stretched out his hand, making my heart beat even faster than it already had been. I slowly lifted my hand and placed it into his. He led me forward. Wolfhart did not once take his eyes off me, and mine didn’t leave him.
He brought me around to a stone column. On it was a golden crown. The crown was studded with emeralds, kyanites, and topaz.
Wolfhart reached for the crown. He brought it up and placed it on my head. It was light as a feather. Wolfhart knelt before me.
"My queen." He said. I don't know what urged me to do it, but I slowly knelt down before him also and bowed my head.
"My king," I whispered.
The stone pathway vanished, and Wolfhart slowly faded before my eyes.
“Don’t go,” I called sleepily.
“Go where?” I opened my eyes. My younger sister Amice pulled me up from my bed of furs.
“Amice, why are you up so early? It is still dark.” I protested. Amice cocked her head.
“Go where?” She asked again. I had to smile at her light gold hair and emerald green eyes, much like my own.
“I must have been dreaming.” I shook out my tan shift before putting it on.
“About what?” She bounced around me.
“I was dreaming about bloodthirsty wolves if you must know.” I launched toward Amice and started tickling her. “They were snarling viciously, and wanted my blood!”
“Well, who saved you?” Amice asked, gasping for breath.
“No one saved me, I saved myself.”
“But you said ‘don’t go’.” Amice clutched her heart dramatically. “So there must have been somebody.”
“Fine.” I sighed. “Wolfhart was there.” I checked my arrows before slipping on the quiver.
“Ooh! Wolfhart!” My sister squealed. I didn’t wonder about her reaction. Tales are told of the great warrior around the fire at every feast. Mother tells us not to believe them all, that one man can’t be so strong, courageous, brave, and clever.
But Amice and I take every story to heart and believe that it is true to the fullest extent. We enjoy the thrill and the danger surrounding Wolfhart in each and every tale. Some even say that Wolfhart himself is dangerous, and is a man to be reckoned with even if you are not an enemy.
“It was not like that.” I strung my longbow and headed toward the door. “And was only a dream, you hopeless romantic.” I smiled in spite of myself.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you,” Amice said as we walked out the deerskin door and into the pre-dawn light.
“The convoy is coming!” She yelled back as she ran toward the hall.
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