Thursday, December 3, 2015
Crane Butterbuck's Dream
Behold, in my dream I saw a wild stag with eight legs, and I had never seen a stag it's equal for ugliness. His long and ill favoured antlers wound about looking as brittle as winter twigs. And lo, upon his back sat my son, pale and sickly, almost blue. But upon his head a circlet of gold and around his neck a golden medallion. He was the Winter King and in his hand, the fire nut. A seven pointed star rose behind him and as it did the stag crumpled beneath him. As the stag went down my son levitated in the air for a moment, and as he alighted I began to awake my heart perplexed.