The Resurgent Dream
16-02-2005, 19:05
Beatrice, Queen of Garmar, High Lady Balor, sat atop her crystal throne in the shining tower that was now the center of her dreaming empire. There was a new Garmar since the war, a Purist Garmar, a peaceful Garmar. There was also the issue of the homesteaders. Around the raths, populations from the Waking World were slowly moving into the dreaming, setting up denser residential patterns than the dreaming had seen before.
Beatrice had listened to hours of advice regarding the homesteaders. Some said to fight them. Others to seek Agwene's help in blocking the borders. But Beatrice couldn't make such a sharp distinction between the future and the past, dream and waking. She rose from her crystal throne and glided into her study, shutting the door behind her. Taking her pen, she began to write...
"The Kingdom of Garmar hereby applies for membership in the Danaan High Kingdom on the grounds that...."
Beatrice had listened to hours of advice regarding the homesteaders. Some said to fight them. Others to seek Agwene's help in blocking the borders. But Beatrice couldn't make such a sharp distinction between the future and the past, dream and waking. She rose from her crystal throne and glided into her study, shutting the door behind her. Taking her pen, she began to write...
"The Kingdom of Garmar hereby applies for membership in the Danaan High Kingdom on the grounds that...."