Prologue
Darkness rendered my vision useless. This was the first time I had ever gone to the soil tunnel first and in deep sleep, and the thought disturbed me, but I knew I'd find her here. I needed to talk to her again, to find out her name, her reason for plaguing my existence. "Lady?" I called her politely, and my blind eyes saw her in the darkness, radiating her own light. She was naked, as I suppose she always appeared, and her long, ebony hair had seemed to cover every part of her except her face and below her knees. Tonight, I realized, I saw her clearly, and her hair wasn't the encompassing cloak I thought it to be, although it extended to her knees all the same.
"Hello," she said quietly. "Why do you look for me?"
"I don't look," I stared into her dark eyes, just tinting yellow around the pupil. "You've haunted me for months, and I'd like to.ask you anything.your name.your.anything." She stepped closer to me in smooth, graceful steps. "What's that?"
For the first time, I noticed a green star of sorts resting on her breastbone, and her movement had shifted her hair to uncover it. She placed her hands on it protectively, and stared up into my eyes. "It's the star of my people," she smiled. I reached to touch it, touch her, but she moved back, and I found I could barely move. "No, do not touch me."
"Why not?" I asked quietly. "I need to know if you're real or a plague of my mind!"
"I am real," she whispered. "But you may not touch me. You are not my lover." I stopped at her words. I posed the question, but her light got brighter, and then it wasn't her light, and the vision disappeared altogether.
"Crap," I whispered. I had made real conversation with her, but with avail. I turned over to my nightstand, digging around in the drawer until I found a piece of paper and a pencil. I carefully sketched her star before it fled my mind. I made arrows and the outside rim for royal blue. In the center of the yellow as a rose-type flower, and I drew it as best I could. I stopped and looked at the star of her people, whoever she might be.
"Sage!" Kento yelled up the steps. "You up?"
"Sure," I threw the drawing back in my nightstand, hurriedly pushing the dream away from another night.
Darkness rendered my vision useless. This was the first time I had ever gone to the soil tunnel first and in deep sleep, and the thought disturbed me, but I knew I'd find her here. I needed to talk to her again, to find out her name, her reason for plaguing my existence. "Lady?" I called her politely, and my blind eyes saw her in the darkness, radiating her own light. She was naked, as I suppose she always appeared, and her long, ebony hair had seemed to cover every part of her except her face and below her knees. Tonight, I realized, I saw her clearly, and her hair wasn't the encompassing cloak I thought it to be, although it extended to her knees all the same.
"Hello," she said quietly. "Why do you look for me?"
"I don't look," I stared into her dark eyes, just tinting yellow around the pupil. "You've haunted me for months, and I'd like to.ask you anything.your name.your.anything." She stepped closer to me in smooth, graceful steps. "What's that?"
For the first time, I noticed a green star of sorts resting on her breastbone, and her movement had shifted her hair to uncover it. She placed her hands on it protectively, and stared up into my eyes. "It's the star of my people," she smiled. I reached to touch it, touch her, but she moved back, and I found I could barely move. "No, do not touch me."
"Why not?" I asked quietly. "I need to know if you're real or a plague of my mind!"
"I am real," she whispered. "But you may not touch me. You are not my lover." I stopped at her words. I posed the question, but her light got brighter, and then it wasn't her light, and the vision disappeared altogether.
"Crap," I whispered. I had made real conversation with her, but with avail. I turned over to my nightstand, digging around in the drawer until I found a piece of paper and a pencil. I carefully sketched her star before it fled my mind. I made arrows and the outside rim for royal blue. In the center of the yellow as a rose-type flower, and I drew it as best I could. I stopped and looked at the star of her people, whoever she might be.
"Sage!" Kento yelled up the steps. "You up?"
"Sure," I threw the drawing back in my nightstand, hurriedly pushing the dream away from another night.