Solomon Lancaster/To Dream

From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe

The first dreams were the strangest. The landscape was harsh and savage. In them, he was a man, yet not quite a man. He protected his people, and saw to their needs. He was revered, for his touch could drive away illness and his words could call down the fury of the skies to lay low his enemies.

In the second dreams, he was a man of great mind and great gift. He was a teacher, taking under his wing those of similar talent and guiding them along their paths until he could go no further. These dreams ended abruptly as he could only watch in horror as his island nation sunk into the depths in a single night of cataclysm and horror.

In the third dreams he was a soldier in service of a vast empire. With steel and spell he fought the barbarian hordes of the world, spreading enlightenment and knowledge in his wake. He died an old man, content in deed and act.

In the fourth dreams, he was a man of principle. He protected his people yet again, even as the fires of the righteous lit the night and choked the skies with smoke from the pyres of the condemned.

In the fifth dreams, he was once again pursued by holy men. It was a new world with old superstitions. He died, proud and defiant, even as he was put to the stake.

The sixth dreams are the most vivid, for they are his own. He was a soldier once more, in a time when the entire world was ablaze. The land, sea, and skies were thick with blood as the free fought the tyrant. In the end, they were victorious.

And now, even as he dreams, he has come full circle. He is once again a man of principle, a warrior, a scholar and a teacher. He stands resolute between the world and the darkness,. gathering unto him his own, guiding them and protecting them.

He will fight. Even should he fall, his body broken and lifeless, he will fight. From now, until the end of existence, he will fight.

But for now, he sleeps and he dreams.