Tale 11- The Dream Watcher

 The Traveler arrived near a huge manor, noticing three children playing together on a swing set attached to a tree, decorated with flowers. She gazed at them, before one of them noticed her, the smallest and likely the youngest. The little girl walked toward her and stared at the cloaked girl, curious. The Traveler looked down at her, the child tilting her head. “You look like someone I know.” she whispered, the Traveler instantly going stiff. There was no way anyone here knew her, so this was impossible. The girl then whispered to her that she had a secret, a secret not even her sisters knew. The Traveler, curious, bent down to listen, and the child began to tell her of ‘the Dream Watcher.’

‘Every night, when three sisters go to sleep, the Dream Watcher appears at their window. A figure cloaked in blue, almost the colour of twilight, and wearing a feathered mask which looks similar to an owl, she holds a staff and observes them as they sleep. She observes their dreams, their lives, their very souls, and watches as they float through the night. Only the youngest sister has seen her, and thus is often invited into her world, a mystical world where she can achieve every dream. All she has to do is step outside into the Watcher’s arms, and allow herself to let go of her own reality and join the new one. She often wanders toward the window to take a look at the Watcher, who moves onto a nearby roof and holds out a hand, but the girl is always far too afraid of the fall to even consider jumping across, even with the Watcher’s help. She believes that someday she will have the courage to clamber across the rooftops like the Watcher does, and follow her through the misty shadows of the night, where she will eventually enter the realm of dreams and magic.’

The child finished her story, Traveler staring down at her with a concerned expression. Gently, she bent down and took the child’s hand. “The Dream Watcher will stay safe in my book, so you do not have to go anywhere.” she whispered, giving her a little pat on the head. The youngest sister thought for a moment, then smiled, nodding. “Okay! Thank you miss!” she laughed, running back towards her sisters as the Traveler disappeared into the nearby forest.


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