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Melissa

My life was all glitz and glamour. I had everything I ever wanted, no problems or worries. My life was perfect. I was perfect. As a matter of fact, my biggest fear was that the shoe store would run out of its newest style of "Von Juan" flats. How stupid I was…

Sunshine on my eyelids awoke me from the turning point of my life. It started out as a nice dream but the scene changed and now I was surrounded by trees, mud and sticks. Ew. Well it's my dream, I thought simply, so I can change it. I closed my eyes and focused on the mall. That always made me feel better and SURELY would improve the situation. The shoes, racks of designer clothes and cute Italian- my thinking was interrupted by a sigh. I turned around to look with a glare.

My glare faded and turned into a look of pity as I saw whom it was directed at. There was a boy, maybe seventeen, huddled over on the ground. His green eyes looked for…I don't know. Something. His hair was medium brown. This boy looked about…oh…maybe fifteen years old? Judging by the looks of it, it had never seen a comb. There were bruises and scrapes all over him. He looked strong though, but if he was so strong why was he so beat up? Strong in his features, weak in his eyes.

Just then a beautiful girl came dashing through the trees. She dropped to her knees beside the boy. Her hair was blonde with brown undertones and tan skin. Her eyebrows were perfectly shaped but didn't look waxed. A models look. This girl's deep blue eyes scanned the forest. She sensed danger and her jaw tensed. She looked about sixteen years old. Same age as me then.

"How are you Henry?" She asked him in a wind chime voice. While she spoke she opened a brown frayed sack containing bread and corn. Additionally it had some berries and vegetables inside.

"Fine, I guess." Henry mumbled, avoiding her eyes and looking at the ground.

She raised one perfect eyebrow and handed him the food.

He shook his head. "Demetra, no. Save it for yourself." Henry looked her straight in the eye, trying to be persuasive. Instead it had the opposite effect. She got more determined.

"You need it more than I do though."

"Perhaps, but I am not the one who needs saved. You know as well as I do that your strength is more important than mine." Henry blushed but tilted his head so the light did not show it as easily.

Demetra's features got cold. She glared at him but did not say a word and handed him the food. He took it, muttering a, "Thanks." Even though he looked grouchy and angry about it in his features, his eyes told more. Henry was thankful of his friend's persistence and gratefully started eating.

This wasn't something I needed to see. Slowly, I started backing up. Forgetting I was in the woods, a twig snapped. "Crap!" I thought to myself. Surely they heard that in the dim silence that stretched around the forest. If I was going down, I would go down with a fight. I lifted my head, took a deep, calming breath and strode out to meet them.

Both of them were standing up, which I had expected but what I had not expected was for Henry to be crouched in a defense position BEHIND Demetra with a knife. Wasn't it the other way around? Wasn't she supposed to be behind him? Demetra was calm in the face but her eyes were cold and unforgiving. She had one palm extended to me, in my head I laughed. Yes, a hand would protect them. Luckily, I'm no enemy.

"Um, hey guys. My name is -" My words were cut off by surprise.

"Extremus!" Demetra shouted. A red ball of light shot out of her palm. I took a step back and fell. This was NOT a good dream. First I get caught eavesdropping, Second I trip over my feet escaping from this light ball and thirdly I am shot with the red ball of light, being absorbed into darkness.

Expecting to wake up in my own bed, like a regular dream happens, I smile. A bird chirped in the background. Probably a cardinal, those were common in our area. Running water? Please be the shower. Please, Please, Please! A voice in the background…the top floor of our house was mine. We were a rich family and so we had the money for that. Nobody came up there though, not unless they wanted me. I knew I was still in my dream and frowned.

"Is it her?" A male voice said, probably Henry.

"No. No it can't be!" Demetra said. This time with more confidence: "No it's not and I'm certain of that."

"You sure?" Henry asked.

"Well if she was," Demetra implied, "then she would have remembered how to approach a glysphan right, instead of barreling through the woods."

"Ha-ha, yeah you better hope not. You shot her D! Besides, you have been nothing but sour since you saw her. Chill out. Give her credit, it's been two hundred years. She got through though didn't she?"

"Unfortunately, yes." Demetra said very rudely.

` What were they talking about? They were being too mysterious and I NEEDED to know. I faked a yawn, bunched up my forehead and sat up. I did my best to look confused.

Wow! Wherever I was it was beautiful. We were in a field. The grass was bright green, fresh but wild. There were flowers, bees and butterflies. Gee, I sure hoped this was a dream I would remembered. Shot or not, speaking of, my shoulder was sore; this was my kind of place.

The sky was neon blue and it had pink weaving through. There was a close up view of a planet above us. Dimension one… What? Weird. Where did that come from? There was a stream with water so clear you could see every pebble, and every spot where fish had brushed against the side.

"Natural, not man made." Henry said, noticing my fascination. I smiled.

"I know that yawn was fake and I know you were listening to our conversation. Care to find out what it means? Too bad, keep guessing." Demetra spoke.

When I tried to object to listening in she said, "Oh please, you may be able to fool some people but not. Me." Her eyes grew cold again. Henry placed a hand on her arm to calm her down but she slapped it away. The angrier she got, the greener her eyes became. Now, instead of blue with green weaving they were a deep green with threads of blue. My eyes widened in surprise. "She needs woke up. Go slap her Henry, I'm sure that would do it. You're so strong."

"Me? No D, I'm not going to hit a girl. I will not do your dirty work. Yes, you have people waiting on your hand and foot at the castle but I'm not." Castle? Was she like, royalty or something?

"Fine, I will. As easy as putting out the trash." She got an evil glint in her eye. What happened to the sweet girl taking Henry food? Apparently she was away because THAT Demetra wouldn't harm a fly.

"Demetra stop! You're going to regret this later so just leave. Her. Be." Henry said. He got between us and I was grateful to his loyalty to someone who has brought him so much trouble.

What did I get myself into? I may not be a princess like her, but I didn't have to put up with her baggage. "Stop! Turn around and do NOT lay a hand on me or so be it I'll-" Once again my words were cut off by her again by shock. She had turned around and put her hands behind her back. She walked back about twenty feet. When she turned around again to face me, her mouth was dropped in an O shape with a glare in her eyes. Behind it there was humiliation.

"It is you…" Henry whispered. He cleared his throat and spoke louder. "Welcome home. What did you say your name was?"

Demetra said something unintelligent in response to Henry wondering what my name was but as hard as it was to take my eyes off her form, I looked him in the eye and said, "Melissa .Melissa Burton." He smiled.

"Well, Melissa. Every two hundred years you return to help Samaria, this amazing place you created about three lives ago. If you haven't added that up that is about six hundred years ago. " Henry looked to Demetra for assistance but she just shook her head.

I pressed my lips together to prevent a smile but the corners of my mouth still turned up. They knew though. They knew I was about to start laughing and Demetra mouthed an, "I told ya so!" at Henry. How immature…All Henry did was roll his eyes.

Not REALLY knowing what to say, I decided on, "I'm not sure if I should laugh or cry. This is a dream and I am in charge. For entertainment purposed I will play along. So I'm the 'creator' ok? What do you need?"

Being a smart ass Henry replied with, "Ok, Ok. For entertainment purposes I will tell you that this 'dream' is called Samaria. The people in Samaria are all unique and Demetra here is the princess of it all. Her mother, Jillian is the Queen and her father Gerald is King."

"That explains her attitude." I said under my breath

"What?" Demetra asked

"Nothing."

"Henry what did she say?" Demetra was getting paranoid.

"I didn't hear…" He said to her

"Henry if you don't tell me right this moment what she said I will never speak to you again!" Demetra said very anxious

Henry rolled his eyes and said, "Drama Queen." I smiled at him. He obviously didn't know what I said. He was even farther from me then Demetra was now and nobody could hear that far. Here though, hadn't they said everyone had something strange about them? Maybe he could hear well. It didn't matter.

"As you very well know, not everyone in life is good." His eyes traveled to Demetra for one brief moment. I wouldn't have seen it if I wasn't on edge. "One man, named Daniel Johnson has been causing a problem, you could say. He want's to take over Samaria and is in league with the darkness. We need him gone. We need your help."

"Well now how would I do that? If everyone has something special about them and I'm totally normal how do I stand a chance against them? I would be killed along with everyone else. I'm a mortal, if you haven't forgot."

"Who said anything about mortals and immortality?" Henry said with a smile.

"See that's just it," Demetra cut in. I may have forbid her to touch me, but I didn't take away her right of speech. "If you're the creators your powers beat all of the dark side together if you have enough people on your side. I'm skeptic about you though. A normal person would be interested because they have no idea of the danger. You fall there. But on the other hand a person with powers or special abilities like us would have the instinct to run. You are like…uncaring. You are interested but you would rather be somewhere else."

I didn't say anything. What could I? There were two crazy people rambling on about magic powers and a magical world where princesses still existed. The closest I have come to royalty is being Queen of my school. I smile to myself. Most people don't like school but when everyone wants to be you, to be your friend or even just sit by you at lunch it is a very nice place.

"Are you a dream walker?" Henry asked.

"A what?"

"A dream walker. It's someone who, whatever happens in their dreams-"

"Say I slapped you like I wanted to, then when you woke up you would have the mark of a slap on your face or arm or whatnot. If you really are a dream walker then when you wake up your shoulder will hurt from getting hit with my spell. Sorry." Demetra told me. Her sorry was fake so I ignored it but did that mean that if I died in a dream I would be dead for good? Wow I was going to need to be more careful if it was true. I noticed that sometime in the last ten minutes we had been talking Demetra's eyes had turned blue again. That was so weird!

"Well I wouldn't know if I am one or not, I never really looked…" I told them with a shrug. Wow.

Henry smiled softly. "That's ok. You might not believe us now but whenever it is time, you will. One day you will. Today just isn't that day."

Wow he was being so serious! Chill out dude! It's a dream. Peoples used to say I had a vivid imagination, that was to be expected…of a seven year old, but I was sixteen and people still told me that. Goes to show what my dreams are like. I high imagination led to crazy dreams. A whisper in the back of my mind said otherwise. It was something I would have to deal with.

"No. No!" Henry said. His eyes widened.

"What!" I asked back, half question, half demand.

"You're fading! You can't leave now! We need you!" Henry was irritated now.

"Melissa…" A familiar voice said above everything else

Fading? I looked down at myself. Now I was never much of an artist, but judging by my appearance you would think I was a pro. I looked like a pixilation and pieces of me were drifting away. Freaky…

"Melissa honey, wake up. Time to wake up Melissa." The voice said again.

Mom? What was she doing in my dream? How strange… The funny thing was that I could only hear her. I couldn't see her anywhere. Her voice came from the clouds, past the planet and the beautiful sky. Henry grabbed my arm and held on to Demetra. They tried to keep me there but failed.

That's where we started out. Sunshine on my eyelids. When opened them to reveal my bedroom, I did not like what I saw. Three sets of eyes were looking down on me. My mother was unaware of the other two. That very moment, my life changed forever. Oh joy…