Dream – 01: Sigry of Galania

17 Jan

Yesterday I awoke in a world of shine. The great kingdom of Galania prospered not only as an entity but every man, woman, and child living under our Eastern Star had a pleasant life. Our council worked tirelessly to achieve this. Parties came and parties left, popularity fluctuated and from all that opinionated chaos, our leadership worked tirelessly, ignoring their personal well being all for the sake of our masterpiece of a kingdom.

We’ve come a long way since our days of formulation. Those times are forgotten by most but not by me. I witnessed it all come to pass. In the old days, our people lived a simple life. Weak forms of government flourished and were scattered across the realm, leaders rose to power and quickly fell from it. It was a hard and unforgiving life. But there was one man, a man they called Sigry the Wanderer, but I call him Sigry the Fool. He was no hero, no wizard, he simply thought that things could be better but he knew not how to make them so. One day, from a strange and foreign land a woman visited him and filled his brain with thoughts. He clearly had the potential to think and she abused that and filled his mind with ideas, ideas that were the corner stones to our blissful existence. But that was not all she did.

Her name was unknown to all but he called her Brinelle, my Brinelle… Those who knew her little called her a wizard. Those who knew her a little better called her a witch. I knew better than all of them what she was. She did not possess magic, she simply spoke to him. She spoke to him in a way no man can speak to another. She spoke through his eyes not his ears, she spoke directly to his heart, not his mind and he let her. For days she had him, for days he just sat and listened to her. I know no magic so strong, no magic so frightening. She had to be something more.

With every thought she presented to him, she was there. With every idea, he thought of her. She intoxicated him. And when she finally let him go, he set out to build a wonder that would steal the shine from our Eastern Star. For years he worked tirelessly to build this kingdom, this ruling class. And in those dark times she was always there, whispering in his ear and coaxing him from the shadows. But it did not matter. We both created a Utopia, a sanctuary for all the people, a place they could finally learn to live a true life.

The people looked to him with pride and respect. After all he was a pioneer to them. He crafted a paradise in such a short time but no one besides him knew the truth of it all. Back then, our council was still in its infancy and much like all children, it still looked to its father for advice. Without its guardian the system was not strong enough to survive on its own. But no one saw this, no one knew of the cataclysm that was about to befall us all.

As mystically and as quickly as she had appeared, Brinelle had disappeared. Without a word of farewells, without a word of kind her black heart simply faded into the night. I wish I could explain it all. I wish I could sit here and tell you why she left. But to me, her purpose was malice and her darkness only sought the pleasure of watching us all squirm and perish in agonizing pain. You might think it wrong of me to curse one who gave this realm its salvation but you need to look deeper to understand what she truly left.

He became obsessed with her. She drugged him with her woes and then abandoned him. He became a crazed man. The years in which it took to turn him into a pantheon were all forgotten in the minutes it took to turn him into a demon. The system fell, the people’s spirits fell and chaos roamed free. The council looked to our pantheon for salvation but he was lost.

He did nothing. He roamed about his quarters in circles and when he grew tired he stood by the window and stared an empty cold stare. His mind was lost. He mumbled to himself and saw no one. A knock on the door was too painful to bear. With every knock he thought it was her, every voice he thought was hers. She lived in the corner of his eye and never left him until he went mad and left them all.

It took years to restructure, years to rebuild, and yesterday I finally began to see a Utopia reform. The people forgot their pantheon and looked to themselves for answers. But, they never forgot her. Some called her a witch, others by fouler names I dare not call. It did seem however, that order and bliss were once again restored.

Yesterday morning I walked in the shine and went to the center. The people were a joy to behold. All of them working merrily, bettering their lives and the lives of others. Watching them, I felt cleaner, almost ridden of my curse until… “Out of nowhere! She, she just came out of nowhere!” A man did scream. His bellow was so fierce that it captured the breath of everyone there.

And when I turned to see him, my eyes fell into her gaze. Brinelle had returned my Brinelle. She stood right before me in the flesh, exactly as she did years ago and she still looked the wonderful same. The people all knew her and they all scattered in fear trying to get as far away from her as possible but I couldn’t, I was under her spell.

She slowly approached me she encroached my every defense and I was petrified. Her face so warm did smile to me faintly, until she stood right before me and stopped. I stared into her eyes as her hollow stare did mine and we stood lifeless. Then, I could not contain myself anymore I reached for her and in doing so, I damned us all.

The moment my flesh came in contact with hers she transformed into a hollow spirit. Faint and gloomy she turned away from me and walked into the kingdom and I could not do a thing. The people panicked. They screamed in fear as she simply walked through the streets. Mothers indoors held their sons tight covering their eyes and ears nearly breaking their necks hoping to save them from her curse as she walked outside. But it was all too late, all was now hers again.

The council’s parties quickly scattered in fear as the leading elects simply sat in their seats frozen, petrified, with their eyes down in ground, unable to move, and unable to react. The kingdom fell to ruin and it was all her doing. Not a mouse did quiver, and not a zephyr did blow down the empty streets of Galania and all I did was walk in her wake, I followed.

I hadn’t the cares the people did, I was never rid of her curse and once again I was under her control. I knew it, just as she did. I followed her forever, always a few feet behind her hoping, just for a thought. For years I walked till my feet did bleed but she never did stare, she never did see me. Years later, as our kingdom was stone and dust once more she turned to me again and I saw her smile.

I’ve been free of her curse since. The pain I had caused, the destruction I heralded, that would be my new curse. She then turned and slowly continued her walk through the kingdom and I turned and left my beloved Galania, vowing never to return and never to enter another civilized man’s land. And now, until my breath can no longer carry me, my tales and my regrets will be my only companions.

1 Comment

Posted by on 17/01/2011 in Dreams, Thoughts


One response to “Dream – 01: Sigry of Galania

  1. danhaddad

    17/01/2011 at 6:17 PM

    For a little background check this previous post:


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: