<strong><span class="bbc_u">Aleka’s Dream</span><br/><br/>Aleka heard the familiar music before anything came to light in her mind’s eye. Slowly the forest appeared before her. The lush greenery and thriving trees became more and more vivid. Bright sunlight shown down through the tree leaves and played with the shadows on the ground. A cool spring breeze tickled the fur on her body as the music seemed to engulf her. Closer and closer it came.<br/><br/>Movement caught Aleka’s eye. From tree to tree the piper hopped until he appeared in front of her. Aleka knew this God was Pan from her previous dreams. His long wavy red hair matched the curly mass on his legs, the darkness of his horns matched that of his hooves, and his manhood was protected by nothing but a swatch of green silk.<br/><br/>Pan matched Aleka on all fours and crawled close to her. He brushed his cheek against her cheek, rubbing gently, as was his usual greeting. His familiar earthy smell surrounded her. He backed up and looked her directly in the eye. The God of few words took a branch in hand and proceeded to etch the familiar map on the ground. He pointed at a particular area this time.<br/><br/>“Go there, Softlystepping,” came Pan’s lilting voice. “Take this with you,” Pan took his beloved personal syrinx in his hand and hesitated once before giving it to Aleka. “When you play her music, you will mesmerize those around you for a time. Use her wisely.” Pan hesitated before adding, “Please be careful with her.”<br/><br/>As if feeling the need to put space between he and his choice to give away his syrinx, Pan bounded from the area. The forest faded from view soon after.</strong><br/><br/><div align="center">(http://1panflute.com/img/premium23.jpg)</div>