The Tale of the Dreamborne
Very few are the story-tellers that know this tale, The Tale of the Dreamborn. And it says this:
A dark night when Selûne does not award Faerûn with her merciful and protecting light, in a distant village, when everyone sleeps, something unusual is happening. The witching hour is bringing with it strange dreams. Dreams of debauchery and lust, of sorrow and horror. Every woman, from the youngest to the eldest encounter the greatest arousal ever lived. Instead, the men from the eldest to the youngest experience the sorrow and terror of death or even worst.
In the morning no one speak of what have happened. Some embarrassed; others ashamed and horrified. And so, that night is erased from the history of the village and condemned to oblivion...
... Until nine months later, a child is born when Selûne is watching in the skies.
The child borne was a beautiful and quiet girl. So quiet she was, that when she was borne the midwife thought she was dead. She didn't cry at all, not even when she was slapped to cause her weeping. Thus she remained breathing calmly immerse in a deep dream. Her mother, the latest widow of the village swore under oath she had lied with no men since her husband died in the wild, some years before that. The villagers grew worried, so they asked for advice to the elder, but even they couldn't discern whether that was a good or bad omen.
During the next three months, three weeks, and three days; the child slept. Everyone in the village was worried, especially her mother that tried to feed her as she could.
Aware not just of her condition but of the suspicions and growing fear of the rest of the villagers, her mother rarely went out from home or even slept. She was her child, a child she thought she will never have. She would never give up! Thus, when she woke up showing her beautiful eyes, her mother cried the whole day with relief.
This very first day of her life, the girl walked to her mother holding her cheek to comfort her and with a sweet voice she called her “mum” for the first time. The mother was so happy she did not realize how strange it was that the child could walk perfectly and even speak. But the rumor spread like fire, and soon everyone in the village knew and feared, superstitious.
Yet, at the end of the day, the girl went to sleep and did not wake up again the following day. The kid turned into a young woman, and she only woke up a few days in the year, at first; a few in a month, later; a few every week, at the end; and yet she grew as any other child in the village. She knew everything shall be known, she was bright and restless, and she had a lot of imagination. For this she was feared and marginalized.
Her mother died of fatigue when the girl was seven. “Mistress” was the less offensive way in which she was called by the rest of the villagers, and only her brother went to the funeral.
Holding the hand of the girl, her uncle told her: “Worry not sweetie, your Mistress will always be with you.” But the girl did never cry, instead she smiled widely and told the man: “I know, I always see her in my dreams”.
It is said that with this last words, she went to sleep and never woke up again. And, even now she keep sleeping in that distant village, enjoying a peaceful life with her mother, in her dreams.
by Dae'drim, The Story-teller.