Bloody Dream

I was there at an airport. I was with my withering old grandmother and a man who we had saved from turning into a demon and terror of the land. We came back from a furious battle between angels and demons. I was different... I was a stronger person. I was a woman of old magic. Long black veils covered my grandmother and the other men that were part of our traveling groups wore apparel that is what I knew to belong in the desert. However, the demon had followed us.... We carried a man that I think now was very important. He had been greatly wounded in the battle and maybe he was an angel in human form... some true form of good.
We were in a type of port. An airport area or someplace waiting to be transferred to an airport to spread our good news. I left to find out something and I came back to blood. There was blood everywhere and the demon laughing and feasting on parts of my grandmother and the good man. They were piled in places and the red fountain of their life spread like a fast filling pool. I touched it and knew I had failed.

It felt real. It felt like another life and when I became aware of myself within myself I was scared and confused at there being two mes. I was angered by my weakness and my inability to perform any kind of spell and I was aware that something in me had changed. The blood was so red against the sand and heat and the demon was coming and I jolted awake to escape what I was sure to pass.