Chapter 1
The Dream
The day I realized who I was, was probobly the worst day of my life. It all began one dreadful, stormy day, in my hometown, Seattle, Washington. I was doing my normal run of chores…
"Hey Lia would you go get the mail for me," her foster mother said.
"Of course mother," I said. I walked outside and noticed a man standing next to the mailbox staring at me. He wore a cape as black as night, but his eyes shone as blue as the sea. His cape blew in the damp air, but there was no wind. It was like a tide being pushed back and forth. I locked eyes with the man and I felt a strange connection with the man as if I knew him my whole life. I turned to see if my mother noticed the man, but she was nowhere to be seen. I turned again and as I did, a swirl of moist air surrounded him and in a blink of an eye, he was gone. "Strange," I whispered to myself.
That night , I had the strangest dream. I was wearing a blue dress made of, what seemed to be, light. I was following a woman wearing a silver dress made of light.
"Achillia, we must hurry before he catches up to us," the woman said. It was odd, because no one has called me Achillia since I was a baby.
"Before who catches us?" I tried to say, but no words came out of my mouth. I looked back to see who was chasing us, but the scene changed before I got a glimpse of who they were. Now I was sitting in a cave with the same woman. We sat around a fire trying to keep warm.
"Achillia," she said, "you know you cannot hide forever, you must embrace it." After she said this, my alarm woke me up. The voice echoed in my mind. Embrace what? How does she know my name? Who was chasing us?
