Fantasy Adventure

Date: 3/7/2018

I often have dreams that tell a story, but this one was pretty epic (and kinda long, but worth the read). I seemed to live in an oppressive, tyrannical dictatorship that was a cross between feudal and industrial times. Magic was outlawed because of an ancient prophecy that predicted two sorcerers who would overthrow the Undying King who ruled the world. We discovered these adolescent twins, a boy and a girl, who had extraordinary powers and surmised they must be the sorcerers of the prophecy. They had lived mostly in seclusion in the woods to protect themselves from the UK's soldiers. We (there were three of us, an old wizard who was a drunk, a man who used to be a knight and was on his way to drunkard too, and me who acted mostly as a professional babysitter for both of them) found the twins when they accidentally caused a river to levitate over its channel to protect a village from a flood. Together we went on the run trying to keep a low profile from the soldiers while the wizard was training the twins. As heroes they kind of sucked, doing things for largely selfish reasons and generally hurting more people than they helped. Finally, their antics and arrogance resulted in the village being massacred, and the old wizard was killed trying to defend the sister from being captured by the soldiers. The knight and I were planning a rescue, but the brother just surrendered himself to the soldiers thinking he could bargain with the UK for their lives--and planned to join him if necessary. The knight got caught up in it and taken, and I wound up following at a distance as they were taken to the UK's throne room. The throne room was very Egyptian and the UK turned out to be the soul of an ancient evil sorcerer as kept in the Mask of Souls worn by an avatar (it was very Stargate-esque). Somehow I found myself in a side chamber behind the throne, and while the soldiers were bringing in what remained of the questing party, I padded out barefoot in Egyptian garb and pretended to be the UK's avatar sans Mask (I hit the other bloke over the head and stuffed him in a corner). The captain of the guard got all suspicious, and so he had the Mask of Souls brought forth for me to wear. The reasoning being that once I put on the Mask, regardless of who I really was, the UK's soul would consume my own. Fearlessly (and a little smugly, I might add, as if I wasn't just winging this thing but had an actual plan) I accepted the Mask. I put it on and in the dream I could feel the sensation of the presence of this overwhelming and abiding evil, and the sudden knowledge that it wanted my soul and was prepared to take it by force--but not in a dream way, in a very, VERY real way. But I wasn't afraid. I was remembering every Sunday sermon on how evil has no control unless you grant it. As the evil tried to overpower me (felt kinda like an arm-wrestling match but spiritually) I overpowered and suppressed it. As it turned out, I was an even more powerful sorceress than the UK, and with the Mask of Souls in my possession, I took it off, smiled sweetly at the soldiers, and dashed it to the marble floor shattering it into a hundred million pieces that turned to ash and dust, forever banishing the malevolence of whatever soul it had contained. The people were freed from tyranny, and we collected the shards and scattered them through the 12 deserts so that its evil could never return.