Your Fantasy Sleep Saga (Season 2 Episode 8)

A warm welcome to Season 2 of your fantasy sleep saga, where you are the main character! This is Season 2 Episode 8: 'A Journey To The Dwarven Mountain'.

Waking up inside the cosy tavern, in the heart of the hidden village, you venture downstairs for a nice hot breakfast. There, you are greeted by the Dwarven King and surprised by another familiar companion. Eventually, you head out together across the Moonveil Mountain Bridge, where you are treated to a breathtaking display, before you continue on your adventure to the Mountain, home of the Dwarven King.

Tune in to Episode 9, coming soon, where the adventure continues!

All of these stories will be accompanied by soft, meditative music, helping you to sink into an effortless sleep.

Music by Liborio Conti

Transcript

A warm welcome to season two of this fantasy sleep saga,

Where you are the main character.

Throughout this bedtime story series,

You will spend autumn and winter in the rolling hills of your homeland,

Celebrating all of the festivities.

You will also delve into the deep dwarven kingdoms,

Embark on another adventure with the wizard and the ranger,

And visit an enchanted little village that is hidden away from the rest of the world.

Here,

There is magic,

Wonder,

And mystery waiting around every corner.

But first,

Let us take a moment to relax.

We will do a short,

Guided breathing pattern called 3-4-5.

This will allow you to slow down and relax,

Preparing your body and your mind for a wonderful,

Peaceful rest.

When you are ready,

Breathe in through the nose for three,

Hold for four,

And breathe out for five.

Let all of it go now,

Again that's in for three,

Hold for four,

And release,

Blowing away the thoughts of yesterday,

Today,

And tomorrow,

Again in for three,

And let it go.

Continue to breathe in this way in your own time,

And with each breath out,

Allow your body to sink just that bit deeper,

And gradually allow the breath to fall back into a natural rhythm.

Enjoy this new peace flowing through your body.

And now,

Let us continue our fantasy sleep saga,

And enjoy Season 2,

Episode 8,

A Journey to the Mountain of the Dwarves.

You find yourself waking up in a soft,

Cozy bed,

To the sound of rain tapping against your window.

There is a warmth pulsing up from the floor and radiating through the room and your bedsheets.

Gradually,

You take in the wood-paneled room around you,

And remember that you are inside the tavern in the heart of a hidden village.

You reminisce on your journey here,

Through frosty fields and a small woodland,

And how you were greeted by the Dwarven King in the tavern downstairs,

Treated to a hot bowl of soup and promised to be taken to his home,

The mountain.

You sit up on the edge of your bed and enjoy a soothing stretch before getting ready for your next adventure.

You cannot believe that after weeks of waiting and wondering,

You are finally taking a journey to the Dwarven Halls of the King.

You grab your backpack,

Open the door,

And make your way down the rickety wooden stairs as the buzz of adventure fills the air.

As you arrive into the heart of the tavern,

The place is almost completely empty,

A vast contrast to last night,

But the fire still roars in the stone fire pit and the comforting homely atmosphere remains.

You glance around,

Hoping to catch sight of the Dwarven King,

But instead,

You are met by a hand on the back of your shoulder.

You feel a familiar hum of magic and turn with a smile to see the kind face of your wizard who gives a happy chuckle,

Bringing you in for a tight hug.

Ah,

How could you forget?

Of course,

The wizard is joining you and he will guide you on another adventure yet again.

Instantly,

You feel safe and protected,

You know without a doubt that just being in the presence of this wonderful companion,

Nothing will find you.

The wizard leads you to a small table by the door where you see the Dwarven King is waiting.

He is as stoic as ever,

Sipping on a warm mug of tavern brew,

But you notice a slight smirk on his face as your eyes meet and your new friend rises from his seat to bid you a good morning as you approach the table,

Taking your hand in his.

As you sit down alongside your two companions,

A large platter is brought to your table filled with all different breakfasts for you to choose from.

There are pastries of all kinds,

Scones with butter,

Jam and honey,

Fresh fruit,

Bacon,

Sausage and eggs,

Potato hash and so much more.

There are two cast iron kettles,

One with freshly ground coffee and in the other are steeping tea leaves,

But not just any tea leaves,

These are from the heart of your homeland.

The smell brings back memories of many mornings sitting out in your garden,

Watching the sunrise with a cup of your favorite tea.

You enjoy a hearty breakfast now,

Filling your plate more than once and being sure to wrap a few pastries in some napkins to take with you on the trip.

It is a peaceful morning,

Slow,

Steady and relaxing.

The perfect way to start a day of adventure.

The wizard informs you that your journey will take you over the famous Moonveil Mountain Bridge,

Where it is said that from it,

One can see the edge of the earth with the naked eye,

And when crossed in the late afternoon,

Which is about the time you are expected to reach it,

A breathtaking display awaits.

Not only that,

The king adds,

But when we reach the mountain,

You will be met by many fires in the stone hearths,

A feast beyond compare,

Barrels of ale,

Enchanted tea and fresh chocolate from my kin in the north.

There will be a party like no other,

A celebration of all the dwarves welcoming our two guests to our kingdom.

We shall share in songs,

Laughter and merriment.

And with that,

A new excitement fills your heart.

You gulp down your final few mouthfuls of breakfast,

Shuffle on your backpack and move over to wait by the door as you look impatiently at your friends.

Alright then,

The wizard says to the king,

Who still has half a mug of brew to finish.

Looks like we better head out,

We don't want to keep our companion waiting.

Your friends join you now,

As the king finishes his last sip of brew.

You open the tavern door,

And together the three of you step out into the cold rainy morning,

Where you are covered by a small thatched canopy protected from the elements.

The old familiar cart stands before you now,

Pulled by the wizard's trusty steed,

Who seems to be protected by a magic spell as he is completely dry and patting his hooves contentedly.

The cart itself is decorated with many enchanted runes,

Carved by the wizard,

And although it may look old and rugged,

This is the most sturdy and reliable cart that you have ever known.

Hop inside now,

The wizard says,

There is more shelter from the rain in the cart.

You step up into the tall wooden cart,

Where a thick canopy of fabric curves over the top,

And perch yourself behind the driver's seat,

Your wizard's seat.

The king joins you,

Sitting by your side,

As you both place your backpacks behind.

The wizard climbs aboard now,

And gives a low whistle.

Before you know it,

The cart is trotting along at quite a pace,

Carving through the muddy pathway with ease,

And approaching the far gate of the village.

The rain hammers against the canopy,

And outside the ground is sodden and filled with puddles,

But inside this cart,

You are warm,

You are cozy,

And you are completely protected.

You are embarking on a brand new adventure into great lands unknown to you,

Accompanied by your two wonderful companions,

And you couldn't be more excited.

The start of your journey takes you out of the village and across vast rolling hills,

Where tiny streams and little rivers weave like veins across the countryside.

The trees stand strong against the wind and the rain,

But there is not an animal in sight today.

As you travel,

You allow your focus to soften,

And to drift around wherever it would like to go.

Sometimes you are observing the beautiful landscape all around you,

And other times you are listening to the odd murmuring conversation between the king and your wizard,

But mostly you are enjoying the stillness,

The peace and the quiet.

As you pass through a small grove of still blooming trees,

Which is unusual at this time of year,

You see a small shrine by a tiny waterfall filled with flowers of pink,

Blue,

And yellow.

It is an enchanted monument that seems to be untouched by all of the elements,

As if existing inside its own little ecosystem.

This is an incredibly soothing journey.

You feel your body completely relaxing,

Your mind emptying of all thoughts,

And your breath becoming slow and deep.

Your eyes blink closed ever so slightly,

And in the next moment you feel yourself being gently woken up by the king,

And you cannot even remember drifting off in the first place.

I do not mean to wake you,

My friend,

But I would never forgive myself if I let you miss this.

Welcome to the Moonvale Mountain Bridge.

You half open your eyes and gaze sleepily out of your cart.

The rain has stopped altogether now,

The canopy has rolled back and you see that you are traveling over a huge stone bridge carved out of the rock and winding between two mountains.

The landscape around you has changed entirely,

And you are met by a sight so special you feel your mouth drop open in disbelief.

First you see the sky,

A beautiful blend of gold,

Red and orange,

Like a thick honey being stirred in slow motion.

On both sides of the bridge is a dense mist,

Covering the world in a blanket of pure white,

With only the two mountain peaks poking through.

And then you see the horizon far away,

Dazzling with distant solar flares of many colors.

Occasionally you see what look like comets shooting up from the horizon,

Tracing the sky in pulsing lights of green,

Red and blue,

Purple,

Pink and yellow.

That,

The wizard whispers,

That is the edge of the earth as we know it.

You are utterly speechless,

And for a time now you simply allow yourself to surrender to this display in the sky.

The rainbow of comets paint wonderful pictures,

Ones that fill your heart with joy and gladness,

With song and harmony and with comfort and love.

You are truly at peace,

And you start to trust now that no matter what may come,

There is always something beautiful to find in this world.

And very slowly now,

The cart arrives at the end of the moon veil mountain bridge,

And you feel yourself moving back down now.

You bid farewell to the edge of the world,

Hoping to see this display again one day,

As you venture now through a thick blanket of fog and back down the mountainside.

As you ride,

The cart sways from left to right,

And this gentle rocking sensation is a comfort to you.

The canopy of the cart has returned,

Bringing with it that familiar warmth,

And you take a few slow breaths,

Reminiscing on this wonderful display you have just witnessed.

Gradually now,

You reach flat land once more,

And as you do so,

The fog begins to clear.

The white veil dissolves,

And a new sunset glow starts to fill the sky.

And then you see it,

A single solitary peak still a little way off in the distance,

But illuminated by the golden spotlight of sunset,

And pulsing with an unmistakable magic.

You hear the Dwarven King inhale sharply,

And as you glance over to him,

There is a tear in his eye.

My home,

He whispers with a smile.

He turns to you now,

Putting a hand on your shoulder.

We are almost there,

My friend.

Rest now for a while,

For we shall arrive at the front gates by nightfall.

You hear the wizard humming a soft soothing spell that almost sounds like a song,

And straight away you feel your eyes becoming heavier and heavier.

Your blinks are slow,

And a new warmth is pulsing through your body.

A soft veil covers your vision,

And you feel yourself drifting,

Drifting,

And drifting,

As time seems to slow down completely.

And with each blink,

You feel your body letting go,

Your mind emptying,

And your soul being soothed.

And at last,

Your eyes close,

And a comforting nap overtakes you.

The mountain is calling out to you,

And your dreams will carry you there.