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Fall of Thistelys

Prologue

Phillip Pirrup could not say exactly why the dreams had started, nor when their sequence would end. All he knew for sure was that one night when he was fifteen, after going to bed, he awoke in another place, a white palace, with a man lying next to him. In the two or so years since then he would dream of the same place, with the same people, but the events were always different. It was as though he could live a different life within this dream. Or, really, as though he was viewing someone else's life in it.

In the dream, he awoke in a rather hard bed, with silk sheets it seemed, in an impossibly large room covered in white marble. Sometimes there was a man lying next to him, sometimes the man was already up. Even though he always saw him, Pip could never recall exactly what he looked like when he woke up from this dream. He was handsome though, and tall, and had jet black hair. They were married, he somehow knew, as though he'd gained this other person's previous knowledge or memories when he awoke as them. Not all of it, just enough to piece together what was happening.

He couldn't control the dreams; he was merely watching this other life unfold.

The other life was wonderful. He lived in this palace with the prince, whose name also escaped him but always seemed to be right on the tip of his tongue. He was unsure of where this place was located, but he knew it was far away in both location and time. There was no electricity or running water or cars or televisions. Arts seemed to be a major part of the culture. If he had to guess, it almost seemed like ancient Rome, but he couldn't be sure.

He and his prince (or perhaps king? The man seemed to rule with no one else above him) were very close. The man was harsh toward others, but always showered him with affections and kind words. More than half the time Philip would wake up sweaty after his dream took a more physical turn.

He never told anyone about these dreams (as if anyone would listen anyway) and he did his best not to dwell on them when he was at school or work. He always took time to write them down in great detail in his dreams diary though. Perhaps one day he would take it to a psychologist and ask about the meaning behind this other life. Was it really someone else's from a time long past, or was it his imagination running wild and creating a new life for him?

He honestly wasn't sure.