The Al-Humbra

I Dreamt an old dream, I had known there faces well, but it seems that as time passes the faces begin to fade until they are but a mist. I have vowed not to forget there faces yet in my dreams they where but shadows. There they stood before me the sun bright as ever above us, we stood nobody making a move it was 11-5, any normal person would have no chance against 11 opponents, but these where no normal 5 but then again nor was my 10. Raja the Prince of the Mathas stood in the middle chest held up high, he felt larger than life. His men on this sides, he was a tall well built man known for his strength, he would need it today more than he had ever needed it before.
"And now it begins" he boomed.
"No now it ends" I reply with a sadness in my voice.
Both sides charged and met in a clash of steel........

The Eastern sky has rose and gold as the sun broke over the Valley of Immortals. I wake up with a start, shivering I put on my cloak (green with a white roaring lion) and stride to my balcony. There I stood watching the light spread, my hands resting on the delicate carved stone of a lion outside my window. Below me the world turned from black to indigo to green as dawn swept across the forests and fields....