SENTINEL

Deep moody visions from a recurring dream of being a guard at the throne of hell. Feedback...whatever!? The sentinel is me in a recurring dream. I feel like I should do something, save the girl from damnation or attack the thing on the throne, but I can't move. Physically it's almost impossible and there is an underlying sense of duty that I have to stay at that post. I'm covered in heavy plate armor and holding a long polearm of some kind erect. My feet are in heavy steel boots and my legs are covered in greaves of metal too. The female supplicant glows with a dazzling white light as she approaches the stage. Sometimes, after she reaches the throne, she turns around and shares her light being with everyone and a great sense of relief washes out from her to touch all the minions assembled in the dark cavern. But most times she is beaten down by the evil force of the high throne. And I go on and on as a guard standing to the side of the stage. Externally I know my countenance is fearsome to any who would approach the throne, but behind my helm I am just a man with fears and doubts. It just occurred to me that my sentinel is very much like Tealc' on Stargate. The armor is not Egyptian but the role is very similar. A fearsome warrior guarding a master that he secretly wishes to overthrow.