Chapter 16: Battle Ready
Last night I had another dream.. It is nothing more than a moment of feeling. A piece that could have easily been in the dream I have posted before. A simple reminder, to make sure I’m still paying attention.
I stand on the battlefield. My back to the canyon walls behind me and my face turned toward the enemy lines. It is early morning in the valley and the mist is just beginning to burn away with the sun. It is going to be a clear and hot day. I stand with my feet slightly apart my swords out.
Two swords carried at the ready.
The one I hold in my left hand is the sword of my ancestors, a generational gift. The sword of a crusader. Long, heavy, double edged, and powerful. I hold this one straight out, tip to the enemy.
The one I hold in my right hand is the sword forged for me in my youth. The sword of a warrior. Thin, light, quick and deadly. None had ever been made to match it. This one was just for me and I know the feel of it in my hand as if I were born with it there. I hold this one crossing my chest held out ready to slash.
As I watch the enemy lines preparing to charge I can feel the armor I wear. The heavy breast plate pressing in on my chest. The boots strapped to my feet weighing so heavily. I can feel my long hair pulled back and the helmet I wear. I can hear my own heartbeat in my ears and my breath echoing in the helmet.
The enemy charges. They are coming fast. I dig in my feet and breath two deep breaths….
IN_______ OUT_____ IN_______ OUT_____
I cry out with those around me and rush forward……
Then I woke up. Sweat on my forehead and out of breath. I wake up feeling as though the enemy is all around me and my hands are still clenched around the hilts of the swords I carry. If not in my hands in my heart. I laid my head back down and tried to go back to sleep. Life goes on but the battle ever rages in my life. I have one advantage though that the enemy never considers. I know I will win, the Captain is on my side!