Queen of dreams

It all started three months ago when I was having this weird dream of me being in a Palace surrounded by eight people and a guy with a black cloak and ripped jeans and everyone kept calling him morpheus Lord of the relm I was standing on I thought it was some funny joke. Then out of knowhere I woke up with a jolt it was dark outside still and there was a tapping at my window I saw a raven a beautiful black raven with silver on the end of the tail and ends of the wings just like the guy in my dreams, it couldn't be. It was just a coincidence. I got up to start my morning training sessions with another assassin like myself to get stronger and faster, Then I went to a school of art because I want to draw when I am better. My teachers say I am different they say that I am extraordinary and exceptionally talented, I want to be more than extraordinary and talented though. I think that in a different time I would have been classed as a witch and burned at the stake or drowned in England in the Salem witch trials. I went to bed tonight to see the mysterious figure in the tower I'd like to see him again and I hope that one day he wants to see me.