The Beginning

***This is a dream that I have had a few times. I found it so fascinating that I decided to write it down. The Beginning seems too trivial a name for such a write, but there are no words that I can think of that would otherwise fit the profile. So I hope you enjoy it, tata.***

The sky was dark, and the illumination of my face in the eerie glow of fire could not seem to sacrifice the strength to enable them to see who I was. All around me were faces...dead, forlorn and misshapen skin hanging from weak bones.
They were the world...all the same, yet with a distinct oneness that echoed the clarification of their lack of will and knowledge.
I felt nothing for them as I watched them wander around aimlessly, their open mouths dribbling red and yello puss at the dried and broken cracks of their flesh.
Their eyes were clouded; somehow drained of all life that could have been their potential. Compared to me, they were petty. They were useless; merely pawns for the more enlightened and gifted such as myself.
I stood alone, searching the dim landscape for any sign of promise; for a corpse that would give up its existence of death and decay for a harder path...one of truth.
As I waded through the cespool of humanity, a small silhouette caught my attention. Gently, I pushed aside the rotting skeletons that were aware of my presence, but made no movements to abate my own.
There was something about this faint light that intrigued me. When I reached the source of my interest, I heard a small child\'s voice. On the ground lay a little girl. Her skin was not like one of the dead, but a little bit brighter, although her veins did show through her skin in little black lines; and her eyes were bloodshot, but a clear, noticeable brown.
As my tall, slender figure approached this wonder, she stared up as me with curiosity and something else I could not understand.
Then she lifted her left hand; so small...and presented me with a gift. Surprised, I bent down to take the colorful bracelet in her palm and studied it carefully.
I was right in my assumption that this child was not like the rest of the world...she was the one who I was searching for...a soul with the potential to be like me; like the truthseekers.
I put the bracelet carefully into a pocket of my dark blue robes of satin and gently scooped up the limp child in my arms. It would take a little work (both on my part and hers), but she would see the truth, I knew it.
The other humans made a path for me as they parted and I continued on to the safety of our kind. And there, our teaching began...