Prologue: Pam and Nova in the dream!
I floated, more like levitated. My thin arms wrapped around my legs, my head dropping as my long, dark brown hair swished over my forehead. I didn't dare to open my eyes, I knew this was a dream. I let me eyelids flutter, still seeing my long purple pants and my "I don't like mornings" t-shirt on. My pajamas. My arms gracefully unwrapped themselves around my legs. I freely let my legs extend, enjoying the free feeling. I hated closed spaces. My body extended to its point, my legs felt like they were about to tear off. I straightened myself, carefully, still feelings uneasy. My eyes remained closed, half-scared, half-excited to see where I was. Then, I heard a faint whisper, like a breeze traveling along the atmosphere. Finally, I let my eyelids extend, my lashes blowing over my matching brown eyes, I looked left, then right, then left again. Whiteness. Complete whiteness. I suddenly felt trapped, like a smuggled animal far, far from its home. There were no directions. If I went left, I would no where. If I want in any direction I would go nowhere.
"Pam...come to me Pan...I need you..."
My head shot up. I realized I was shaking. That voice. The voice in every single one of my dreams, calling for me. Suddenly, I let my will take control, guiding me forward in this lifeless land. My feet grazed the soft surface of nothing, my arms spaced apart from me. I had no idea where I was going, but I liked it.
I was stressed from school, friends, family, everything. This nothingness made me feel calm,
Am I dead?, I thought. No. I would have remembered every single moment. From the start to the end. My life flashing in my eyes.
"Pam, can we finally meet now? I need to see you! I was made for you, Pam!"
Made for me? No one can be made for someone. Unless, by destiny I would guess.
My feet stopped. My arms dropped, swinging like a monkey. My eyes flew up in front of me, where I saw a figure.
It's a girl! I could see long, flowing hair behind her, restless/ By the pink outline, I would guess her hair was almost red. It looked like she had a shoulder pad on, it looked like armor meant for a knight. I couldn't see her outfit, but I could tell it was black, it stood out against the whiteness. She looked completely clean, precise, while I looked like a train wreck.
"W-who are you?, I said. I wanted to scream it.
This mysterious girl had been haunting my dreams for the past 2 months. I couldn't concentrate in class. I drifted off randomly, thinking of this shadowed girl. This was the first time I had ever gotten a brief vision of what she looked like.
She giggled.
"Pam, you know I was made for you! You know who I am, most importantly my name!" Her voice sounded like a child, but she was certainly my age.
This time I screamed my lungs out.
"Who are you?"
She blinked, then smirked. Her smile frightened me. What did this girl was with me?
"Ok, if I really must tell you!" She stepped into the light.
She had, surprisingly, light pink hair, and that ,"shoulder pad",
was actually a piece of armor across her neck, red gems at each peak of the shoulder bone. She beared a black jumpsuit, it looked like. And she carried a sword on her hip, in a case.
"I'm Nova, and I was made to kill you!"