Raising up his sword, Sam blocked the sword strike of the woman who he had battled each night for the last six nights. He knew why he was having this dream, she had been on his mind for too long and now his mind wanted him to deal with her. She had been is first love and now she was getting married, he could not understand why she was so cold to him now. He had worked hard and now had the job he had wanted, the money was coming in and he had just bought the house of their dreams. So why had she turned him down and gone off with the jerk from the food stand down the street from her house?
When they had last talked she had said that when he admitted his secret she would think about coming back to him. But what did she know about Sam that he himself did not.
Her sword bite down into his pushing him to his knees. It was just like the last few times he had dreamed this dream. It was a garden, a very beautiful one set in the medieval style of maze with roses entwined with it. no matter which way he wanted to go he always found himself in the center with full body armor on and his sword out as she came charging towards him.