With a delicate hand, I closed my music note book for the day while my other hand held a simple violin. I’d been learning a new piece of music I’d found but now felt the need to rest. Though, since I was considered very organized I first put the note book back on the shelf with my other music related items and put my music stand in a small space against the wall where it belonged. It was nice to be able to be past the alignment where I couldn’t think clearly and nearly made a fool of myself on a few occasions.

     The only thing that was a lingering confusion was the face I couldn’t quite make out. I’d been drawing her outline for a while now but just couldn’t seem to master the facial features I needed to complete the picture. But I couldn’t think on it now, no right now I needed to rest. Very gently I put my violin back in its case and closed everything, putting the case in my armchair I used often to read.

    Speaking of reading, my eyes went to my newest one titled: Romeo and Juliet. I’d read the story once or twice before in my love of Shakespeare, but I’d never had my own copy before. Slim fingers danced out to trace over the gold letters almost affectionately, before I realized what I was doing and felt heat rise in my cheeks though I was by myself. I definitely need to rest; I thought to myself and quickly lay on my bed, curling up and throwing my quilt over my slender body.

    When sleep took me, I thought I was only dreaming at first.

    I couldn’t recall if sound was normally a strong sense in dreams, but I could definitely hear music. It was a harp; some melody I don't believe human composers would be able to think of was drifting through the tall columns within my vision. When everything focused; I realized the one creating such music was me. One downward glance and I saw my fingers running over the strings of the instrument.

    There were also people listening nearby. They were in the ancient, sophisticated clothing that reminded me of Hyandrian attire. A child caught my eye though; a young girl near the front of the group that was smiling wide and appeared as if she could be Weary at that age. At seeing such a smile I felt my lips turn up in acknowledgement before I let the last note drift into the air and reached out an ivory colored hand towards the child “You come try” I encouraged in a musical voice a shade more proper than I was capable of.

    The scene blurred together and I found myself walking in an extraordinary garden. The smell of sea salt was nearby and from one glance to the side I saw the ocean; the tides lapping at the white sand. Somehow, I knew this garden was mine, my personal space where people would leave me be. I could see myself taking a seat down on one of the benches and reading; or even embroider at a small tea table.

    I felt happy, I felt content in my life. People would come to me for advice and problems in what looked like a throne room. I was always calm, always logical. Anger and panic weren’t in my emotion range it seemed. As the scene carried me just passed the doors of the throne room and down the palace halls; I began to wonder if this was some kind of premonition for my future. Maybe not in Hyandria but in some place similar…

    I caught my reflection in an oval mirror on the hall and had to take pause. I…did not look like me, no. My hair was a strawberry blonde; fiery red streaks amongst the locks as well. The strands even fell longer than my own black waves. My eyes were an emerald green, not a royal blue. My lips were fuller; my cheek bones a bit higher. My skin was ivory instead of apricot, and I believed I was even a bit taller. The dress was definitely Hyandrian, modest yet still oddly sensual.

    What is happening?

    The palace hall faded away to some sort of strange wilderness. For some reason, I knew I’d come here from traveling. I wasn’t on Hyandria…I was on one of the moons. And I was currently face to face with an incredibly tall; armored male. His eyes were violet and intense. Enemy…Predator…dangerous… all those words came to mind in memories that I couldn’t fathom.

     I felt myself wondering if he’d try to kill me, but both our attentions were drawn away. A creature that I could only describe as a three headed boar broke through the bush and charged. The male was fast and strong, taking out the animal in a few minutes without it ever even getting close to me. I would have felt grateful, but this current me seemed to stiffen as did the man. It was as if we both just realized he’d saved my life: something a Predator had never done for a Hyandrian.

     A truce manifested for that night, both of us deciding we could deal with each other in the morning. We sat by the fireplace he’d built and eventually ended up in conversation. As the hours passed, so did the tension. Something phenomenal began to form instead; a feeling devoid of hatred and prejudice. A feeling that bloomed in my chest and spread over my entire body. The look in those intense eyes of his had changed as well, softening and brimmed with a terrifying passion.

     Love.

     No one would ever understand, we both knew that. But in me there was an intense need to be with him. I could see it in his violet eyes as well. His arms were strong around me when he pulled me close. His lips surprisingly gentle as they moved over mine. My heart was pounding in my chest, a fire burned throughout my body with urgent need. I wanted him, I needed him, I loved him and I had to—

     A gasp left me as my eyes flew open and my body jolted. I could feel my heart pulsing through my ears and slowly fade as I took in my surroundings. I was in my room; my room. In the house I lived in for over a year; on Hellifyno. Slowly, I sat up and pushed a hand through my bangs absently. That hadn’t been a dream; no it had been too precise. They were memories; they had to be with the specifics of each scene I had witnessed. “The harp…” I said aloud, remembering the small child I had reached for; the child I had felt so much love for. She’d looked just like…

    “Anasandrya.”

    The name flew passed my lips without even thinking about it, when normally I would have said Weary. Even so, they were the same person and recalling what I had seen in the mirror; there had definitely been a family resemblance. Weary’s only sibling was Kayden, so I couldn’t have been seeing an older sister. No, no I felt I was seeing memories of her mother…I didn’t know how, but it felt like the most plausible answer. What was more astounding was that suddenly the picture I'd been trying to draw all this time was clear to me. It was that face.

     I threw off my quilt and headed out of my room, calling out for someone who knew how to handle strange dreams better than most people: “Mom!”