by Bluecloud300

It is: night. I am surrounded by trees, surrounded by darkness. The only light I see is the green shimmering of fireflies, and the stars above. I feel the cool grass on my bare feet, and the leaves brushing against my bare arms. The trees go towards the heavens, their branches trying to reach the stars, as I do with my arms outreached. Then, from the security of the clouds, came forth the moon. My green eyes reflect the moon, just as the tree tops reflect it upon their leaves. I am embraced in the moonlight, and my skin is slightly glowing.
I am at peace; I am- free.

Suddenly, I felt it. Something is happening; something is coming. I feel it. I feel it in the sky above me; I feel it in the water around me; I feel it in the earth beneath me. I begin to run, running towards it. Mist is rising from the ground, and the leaves are flying past me as I fly past them. The flowering trees spread their sweet overbearing scent upon me, as I run onwards. I know not where i go, but for a sense within me, leading me on to an unknown path, over fallen trunks, and dashing back and forth, dodging trees that are in my way. The fireflies lend the earth their light, giving it a greenish glow. my feet have wings, and I am flying, faster, faster yet, and faster still, till I can not even see where it is I am going. Then, I stop.

I fall from the force of the stop. As i get back up, I hear a strange sound. It is music, but music I have never heard before. And yet, but for the feeling within me, I have heard this once before. It is a song of the Forest, a song of the Night, a song of the wondrous moonbeam light. The same song I felt within me for all my ageless life. Then, the glow from the fireflies grew brighter, and larger, until they formed the shape of people; I had never seen another like myself; the moon had been my only companion. Their clothes were robes, intertwined with leaves, as were mine. Their hair was black as night, as mine. And their eyes, ah, their eyes- they reflected the very Forest in their eyes, and they were flecked with moonlight. As mine. They were my kind. I realized how strange this was, for I had never seen them before, and yet, but for the feeling within me, I have seen them once before. We were all one, and apart of nature, just as Nature was apart of us. As a child of nature, i knew no boundaries, just as nature knows no boundaries, and we were all connected. One of them came forth and spoke something, in a strange language that i had never heard before:

"Anah, -al shereft-shai lao shne-hal, Dao-me Ash veda."

To my surprise, I understood, and to my further surprise, I spoke back in the same language:

"Ashna veda tao~, Ashna veda ke, eshna akru Ashenri; Ashna veda tao~, Ashna ve navi, Shon ye Ashenvri~"

Then all of the host of the creatures, myself included, formed into a ring, eternal, and continued this chant, until all of our eyes glowed as green as the fireflies and i felt a surge of power. I felt vines, living vines, coil around me, and the trees swayed, and water rippled in time to the chant. then, in our center, the vines rose and wrapped around each other, and a tree formed among them. Vine became tree, tree became vine, leaves became hair, bark became flesh, and formed from it a woman enrobed, and covered in leaves and vines. It was her; I was afraid. She came forward to me, i took one step back. She smiled; she spoke to me and said:

"Ashna veda, Ashenriu, tao~ shai ve kai-
shenji- Avista."

She came to me, and I knew that the language was Avistian, the high speech, and that it was derived from the the very earth herself, Avista. Yet I seemed not surprised, which surprised me even more. She put her fingertips upon the side of my head, and I felt a rush of power upon me. So, this must be- magic. I knew all past, present, and future; it was all one, all the same, in the eyes of the earth. For some reason, she suddenly looked at me with eternal sorrow, as if deep down she knew that something would happen to me, as if this joy would not last forever. A tear rolled down her face, and as I moved to wipe it away, it fell upon my wrist, and left a dark mark upon me. I closed my eyes; I felt a green light rushing through my eyes, and then-

-I woke up. I was in my History class; I had fallen asleep. I could not remember what it was that I had been dreaming about, for all that I could recall was a green light. I hate it when I forget my dreams; it feels like I am missing something of great importance; as important as not being able to remember one's own memories. As class ended I got up from my desk; as I did so I slightly winced in pain. I had scraped myself against a door a while ago, and it had left a slightly dark mark on my wrist. Every now and then, I feel a slight stab of pain, as if I was being reminded of something.
Something forgotten long ago....