Hello this is a story about my theory of what and who Claire really is. Sorry the first chapter is so short. Don't worry any of the people reading my other story. I'll be sure to finish May Past Be Reunited first. I just really wanted to start this idea before it left my head like a forgotten dream. Speaking of those ,enjoy this first chapter. Sorry it's only short.
Claire's POV.
Claire was standing on a cliff. She looked out and saw nothing but the tops of clouds below her. She looked down and just on the edge was Amelie and a man she didn't know, hanging there on the edge. They both begged her to help them, she saw the pleading in their eye's. She knew with her mere mortal strength and the crumbling rock she could only save one. So she reach out hand and grabbed another. She grabbed the hand of the man she did not know. See pulled him up and watched as Amelie fell down through the clouds, never to be seen again. She looked into the eye's of the man she saved, feeling no regret for what she had just done. She looked into his deep brown eye's and couldn't help but feel like she knew him, but as if it was long ago. In a well forgotten dream. He smiled at her and said,
"Your mission is nearly complete, just made your dreams reality and everything will be clear."
Claire woke with a start, Shane was laying next to her, still sound asleep. She was shocked at what she had done, even if it had been just a dream. She had let Amelie die for the life of some stranger. She contemplated what he had meant by his words, but then started to forget them as she drifted back into her sleep. And like all of her dreams, it was mostly forgotten my dawn. And she had no memory of the dream once she entered a nice dreamless sleep.