I saw you today at the bottom of a very long slowly rising hill. You had pieces of armour, some of it was still on, and some of it you were carrying. Your sword was dragging on the ground behind you attached to a piece of chain tunic the arm of which you were holding in your hand. There were smatterings of blood sprayed around everything… not a lot but enough that you were feeling dirty from the battle and your face was incredibly tired.
I saw a demon floating angrily behind you yelling accusations at you but when I looked closer I realized you were actually dragging him as well because there was a chain attached to his neck in your other hand. On the demon’s head was a broken crown with the word “Repercussion” on it. Way off in the distance behind you was a cloud and plumes of smoke – signs that you had been travelling for a long time but also that you had come from an incredibly devastating battle.
When I looked again, I saw sweat on your brow, and a tear in your eye. You were emotionally spent. Looking up the hill in front of you, a way off at the top was a castle with white towers topped with silver roofs and flying white flags with blue and purple fringes.
Each step you took was looking more and more laboured and as I saw you trying to walk, the demon would insult you, hurl more insults at you and then he would stop floating for a few moments and sit on your back, holding your shoulders. You would keep trying to walk for a few steps before simply shrugging him off and throwing an elbow back at him and he would start floating behind you again.
Then all of a sudden standing in front of you was a very tall blonde man dressed in shiny white clothes that flowed in the wind; he either looked like someone in a choir gown or a wise scribe. He smiled gently at you and said “Welcome home. Give me his chain.”
When you handed the man the demon’s chain, the man gave it one single flick and the chain seemed to come to life and grew much longer and then swirled several times around the demon and bound him up into a tiny little ball that shrunk once it was tightened. The man was now glowing, revealing his angelic identity and he picked up the chained ball and put it in a bag on his side. He took out a sword and cut off all your armour, leaving it in the road and threw you up on his shoulder and in an instant you were at the castle gate where you entered into a celebration feast being held in your honour. Someone brought you a turban to wrap on your head and when they put it on you your clothing was transformed into the same beautiful clothing that was on your angelic companion – glowing and pure shiny white.