"The dream." she said softly, the words barely a whisper past her lips, her eyes remained closed and her long dark brown hair swayed softly in the breeze. She sat lengthwise on the park bench, watching as the dream re-played itself over in her mind again. It played itself only once every month, when there was no moon, when it was shielded from the eyes of the unknowing passersby. She wanted to know what it meant. In this dream, there was a person. a man. a young man. He had red hair and gentle brown and gold honey eyes. Something was wrong. the eyes expressed more that she had thought. There was an expression she had never seen before. It was terrifying to see. There was fear mixed with tragedy and sorrow, loss and hatred. It made her want to cry. The man held out his hand and his lips mouthed a word, but it was too quick to catch. She watched as he moved backwards, descending into darkness. She had woken up at this point in the dream last time she had it. She had no idea what to do now. She reached out her arm towards his hand. They were inches apart when he withdrew it; a pained look upon the man's face. He slowly glanced upwards at her, their eyes meeting. She could nearly see past them, into his mind. "Wh-what's going on? I don't understand. What are you trying to say?" He just looked at her and he started speaking. "I am here to warn you about(". He flinched, his eyes shut tightly in a look that terrified her out of her wits. "I wanted to tell you that. your destiny is to." She awoke with a start. She was breathing out of control. Sweat rolled down her pale white face. She put her hand on her forehead and sighed, trying to regain control. What exactly did her dream mean? Why did she wake up right when he was going to tell her what he was there for? She shook her head, to welcome the day as a new. She gave in to the rising sun and told herself it would be a great day.