I looked across the plains of what my once beautiful kingdom was. I could clearly see the lion islands, the Raven tower, and how all the beautiful dream catchers were made. I could see the sand piles, being infected with dark sand from the black steeds that once rode the land pure and free. Oh, I must apologize. My name, dear reader, is Wysteria, Royalty's First Foot Guard. Tis quite a high rank, if I do say so myself. Anyways, looking out on the balcony with the king and queen's youngest son, Reggie, my trained ears heard sounds of peril coming from the Dream Catchers. Yes, that is what we called ourselves. The others were known as the Tainters, as they tainted your dreams with bad images or thoughts.
They must've gotten through the tower. I pulled out my Dream Sword. Yes, it was a beauty. I got the blacksmith, Sanfte, to create it for me with his skilled hammer. Holding the glowing sword strongly, I stood up and covered Reggie. To my surprise, the only thing that came through that door was a scrawny black cat with large pointy ears and cryptic designs. He thpoke with a thick lithp. Sorry, even thinking about him now makes me talk like that. He walked in, tail flowing behind him. "Now what do we have here?" He said, smiling sinisterly.
"Back off, Roanan." I growled through my sword, blocking a silently weeping Reggie from his view. The cat ran his tail over my sword.
"What would ever propell you to make thuch thtrong dethicionth, hm?" That set me off. The battle had officially started.
Well, I'm writing to you years later. I still have my rust old armor and I visiting Reggie and his wife every now and then to tell his kids stories about the battles I've fought in. In the end, though, peace prevailed and the lands were pure and free once again, just like they should be.
†♄☤ґṧ☂▣ wrote the final battle of the summer event from the eyes of their dog, Wysteria. I love the imagery - brilliant!