CHAPTER 3: THE RIDDLES IN VISIONS


    It’s happening again, Merlin thought to himself. The popping in his ear, the dizziness. The vision that was sure to come after he passed out.

    When the color came back to him he realized he was overlooking a small clearing in a forest densely packed with trees and shrubs.  

    The humidity was intense here and although he was helpless to look anywhere else but the scene in front of him, he was almost positive there was a lake nearby.

    In the center of the scene stood a young lady-her hair and skin were the color of pale white moon light. Her face was long and elegant-her lips and eyes where the only things giving it any color, both of which were and unnatural royal blue.

    Her straight hair flowed down her back like a white waterfall to her lower back, sticking to her face and neck and still dripping water.

    She was dripping wet, her skin still shining from the wetness.  Puddles of water trailed behind her making it obvious which direction she entered from.

    Her long silver dress draped over her covering her chest, her arms starting from the elbow and cutting off at the hands, and most of her legs revealing the fact she was barefoot.

    She glowed with an unnatural light blue, a glow that silhouetted the two people standing in front of her.

    The echo of silence rung in Merlin’s ears-never once in his visions could he hear anything. The maiden in silver was clearly speaking but just what she was saying Merlin couldn’t make out—he was never great at reading lips.

    She gazed up at the trees and held her hands up to the starry night sky. A wind swept over the clearing, rustling the leaves.

    The sound of leaves rustling filled his sense of hearing after wallowing in the silence that befell all of his visions in the past.

    After the rustling died down his vision misted over and faded to black and he didn’t wake up like he did so many times before.