Author's note: So, if you follow my writing, you'll know that I'm currently writing my own series of Finding Sky stories. Whilst this is a Finding Sky fanfic story, it is NOT a part of my series. It's a completely different story, not related to my series at all.

I've had this idea for a while and just had to write it. I finish college in 3-4 weeks and don't start again until September so I'll have a lot more free time to write this and my other stories, woo :-)

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Charlotte xo

Paris, 1840

"Nearly finished, Madame," Genevieve, one of many maidservants of the Rousseau household spoke in their native language of French as she tightened the laces of the youngest family member's corseted dress. "This blue really does look ravishing on you, my dear. The young Boulanger boy will be completely mesmerized," she continued, adoration clear in her voice.

Adéle smiled at Genevieve through the mirror. For all sixteen years of her life, Genevieve had been a presence in Adéle's life. In fact, she was more of a mother to her than Mrs Rousseau ever had been and as soon as Adéle knew of today's plans she had made sure that Genevieve was the first - and only - person she told of her nervous excitement.

"I do hope so, Genevieve," she also spoke in French. "This meeting is very important. He is my soulfinder, my one true soul mate. From what my mother and yourself explained to me when I was younger, I know that is a life-changing matter. If things go well, we will be wed soon and it will be a perfect match. We are both highly regarded in society because of our families, so it will be the wedding of the year."

"Well, that would certainly be wonderful, Madame," Genevieve smiled fondly. "But, my sweet Adéle, do not get your hopes up. Remember what happened to your sister. Hélene trusted too quickly and now she is an unhappy marriage with a horrible man. If you do not mind me saying though, I think Mr Boulanger is a decent young gentleman. I so hope he realizes how lucky he is to have you, my dear."

"Thank you." Genevieve finished lacing up the corset and Adéle paused for a slight moment to observe her own reflection in the mirror. The corset was tight, making her bosom rise and fall with each breath she took and bringing a slight, natural blush to her skin. Her hazel eyes, the left of which had flecks of green in, were framed by long eyelashes and thick - but nicely shaped - eyebrows, and her chocolate brown hair was in gentle ringlets to the middle of her back. "Truthfully, how do I look, Genevieve?"

Genevieve was a plain woman at the age of forty-one, raggedly skinny and in grey clothing, with short and greasy-looking black hair, but her bright blue eyes and her smile always made her seem beautiful and kind. That beautiful smile graced her face now as she told Adéle: "I have never seen a young woman look as stunning as you do now, I can promise you that."

Adéle turned around slowly - her mother and Genevieve had always told her that a French woman was graceful and elegant and should not act otherwise - and gulped. "I am so nervous, Genevieve. What would I do if my own soulfinder does not like me or want me for his wife? I am a savant, I have powers. But my powers mean nothing to me if I can not have my soulfinder, the one person I am destined to be with. I do not think I could survive him not wanting me."

"Adéle Luisa Rousseau," the older woman replied in a strict voice. "You listen to me right this second. The young man seemed happy when you accidentally spoke to him in his mind and he realized who you were to him, did he not? If he weren't pleased by what he saw, he would not have asked you out on a walk with him today. And he will like you all the much more as soon as he gets to know you, don't you worry. But you must also remember your sister's mistakes and make sure you do not make the same ones."

"Hélene was unlucky enough to find out her soulfinder was a commonly man and a thief," she reminded her. "My soulfinder is not like that, nor will I ever let him be if I have anything to do with it."

"Very well then, Madame," Genevieve nodded once and took hold of Adéle's hands in her own. "I have a feeling today will go very nicely, dear. You will impress him and be wed by the end of summer!" She laughed. "And you will make him a wonderful wife, just like your mother and I have raised you to be." Suddenly, a loud knock echoed through the large house and Adéle's eyes widened. "I am guessing that is your young gentleman, Madame."

The teenage girl grinned and forgot all about being graceful as she ran out of her bedroom and along the corridor, past her father's office - where he was nearly always holed up in - and down the stairs. Marie, one of the maidservants, was about to open the door.

"No, no, Marie!" She called out breathlessly. "I shall answer the door, you can get back to your job of cleaning the kitchen."

"Yes, Madame," Marie nodded once and dashed off through the door to the kitchen.

Taking a deep breath, Adéle brushed her hands down her dress before slowly pulling open the large oak door to reveal the house's lobby to the young man on the doorstep.

Henri Boulanger. Adéle's soulfinder.

Adéle's eyes glazed over him, taking in every inch. Dressed in a smartly pressed grey suit and black tie, he looked beautiful. He was tall with a lean physique and his caramel-coloured skin was rare in Paris, making him stand out. His dark hair was slicked back and his blue eyes were looking down at Adéle as a crooked smile appeared on his face. Henri could sometimes look like an intimidating young man and people tended to have a habit of avoiding him on the streets just like they did with father, but everybody knew the family was the second richest in Paris, with Adéle's family being first. Honestly, Adéle had been one of those that were intimidated by Henri but looking into his eyes and seeing his smile now, she knew instantly how wrong she had been.

Here was her soulfinder stood in front of her... And he was more than she could have ever imagined or asked for.

Wrickenridge, 2013 - Olivia's point of view

I banged on the wall separating mine and my older brother's bedrooms and screamed, "James! Turn your music down!" I was attempting to unpack my things and organise my new bedroom but the heavy metal blasting from my 21-year-old brother's bedroom was irritatingly annoying and definitely a distraction.

But, my brother being the mature guy that he was, replied to my shouting by turning his music up even louder. Letting out a groan of frustration, I collapsed onto my four-poster bed, giving up. In my opinion, it didn't matter whether or not I unpacked and got settled into this new town anyway. We were only going to be here for four months, why bother?

You see, both of my parents were teachers but instead of being ordinary teachers and staying at one school for at least a few years, they took international jobs and me and my brothers had no choice but to move around with them. Their contracts always lasted only four months and then we moved somewhere else; we'd been all over the world. Sometimes they extended their contracts to stay somewhere longer but that was only if the place we were living in was nice and I doubted a small town in Colorado would be enough for my parents to stay after four months.

I had grown accustomed to not having a permanent place to live but I still complained to my parents about constantly having to move. They knew it was hard, but it was their job and what they loved doing, and who was I to stop them from having their dream job? They wouldn't do that to me if the roles were reversed, they always supported me in anything I wanted to do.

As if magically sensing that I had been thinking about her - which was highly likely considering that was her savant power - my mum knocked on the door once before entering and sitting down on the edge of my bed.

"Why aren't you unpacking, honey?" She asked in a calm voice. "You have a lovely bedroom here, you even have a window seat which you've always wanted. What's going on?"

"I'm sick of this," I moaned to her, not nastily. "I feel like I'll never find my proper home, like there's something better out there for me."

Mum let out a long sigh before slowly nodding her head. "James feels the same way. Michael is only fourteen, and Zachary is only five, so they're not fussed about meeting their soulfinders yet, but I know that you and James are getting impatient."

"It's tougher for me than James," I pointed out. "He doesn't have a job and he doesn't go to college, he could easily go searching for his soulfinder, but he's too lazy to do that. Mum, you know what my savant power is: I see my own past lives... I see my soulfinder. He always looks the same, so do I, but we always have different names. I feel like I know him already and I need him, mum."

"I know that. But Olivia, you're only sixteen years old. We can't just let you go looking for him on your own, you're far too young. As soon as you're eighteen, you can do whatever you want, we've already told you that."

"I know, I know," I said tiredly. "Can you leave me alone now so that I can unpack?"

"Of course," she nodded. "Dinner will be ready in about an hour. Oh and don't forget to lay some clothes out for school tomorrow."

"Ugh, don't remind me," were my last words to her before she left the room chuckling to herself.

I didn't move after she left. With the sound of heavy metal pounding in the background, I closed my eyes and tried to force myself to either have a vision or to fall asleep and have my power present in my dream. I wanted to lose myself in another life, another time; to lose myself in memories of my past lives.

Really, I only ever saw three main past lives. In them, I was called: Adéle Rousseau, Ashley Walker and Nancy Collins. My power had really grown in the past two years and I went from having small flashes every now and then to having either dreams or visions of one of these three lives, seeing my life and then meeting my soulfinder and spending time with him. All happy memories that I loved to see. I still occasionally had small flashes of other lives, but it was those three that I felt most connected to.

I cherished the dreams and visions my power gave me, even if it did make me long for my soulfinder even more in this life, simply because they gave me a chance to see him and those blue eyes that always made my heart skip a beat.

The only thing I disliked about my power was that I couldn't choose when I had a vision or dream of a past life, so I could never forget this dull world and go back to one with him in it.

I quickly sat up, deciding it was pointless to keep trying when it had never worked that way before. I reached to my left to grab the sketchpad and pencil I had been using in the car on the way here and had placed on my beside table when we got here and put the sketchpad in my lap, the pencil held in my left hand.

Drawing was a passion of mine, a release to get away from the world when I couldn't lose myself within my power's hold. There was just one person I wanted to draw right now: my soulfinder.

After the vision I had of Adéle and Henri - me and my soulfinder in a past life - his face was fresh in my mind.

I began to draw the soft wisps of his hair, the curve of his sharp facial structure and high cheekbones, the smile that crooked to the right in an almost arrogant way.

As I drew him from the picture in my mind, for just that short amount of time, everything seemed right in the world.