Anna prayed.

She knelt in the common cell shared by the Angelus Projects. All were dead, save herself and another, whose name was Mary. Mary was in the infirmary, so Anna was alone.

"Oh goddess Martel, please make Mary well. I could not stand existing here without a friend."

"Martel, give us freedom. Please give me wings to carry all of us over these walls and out of here. Let no more people experience this."

"I know I may sound selfish, but please let me find love. Let me find someone who truly understands."

A man peeked into the cell where the Angelus Projects were held. He brushed his auburn hair away from his eyes. He saw A0012 kneeling in the cell. Her sweet voice lifted in a prayer for freedom and love.

Anna felt someone watching her. She turned and her brown eyes met hazel ones. She jumped, then lifted a hand in greeting.

The man jumped. She was beautiful, even through the scars and tear stains. Something stirred in his heart, and he left the area at a run.

Anna lay on one of the two pallets, feeling alone. Usually, she and Mary would keep the dark and fear away by talking of freedom, but Mary was still sick.

She closed her eyes. A dream took her sorrow away.

She was soaring through space, in the arms of a winged man. The sky was mesmerising, and Sylvarant was beautiful and free.

She stood in a clearing in the forest. She wore a gold dress, and a man stood next to her, all in black. They heard faraway music. He put his arms around her, and they danced. She knew she was in danger, but did not care. All she felt was the man's arms around her. All she saw was the stars, and his hazel eyes.

She lay on a bedroll, outside in the dark. The same man watched over her, his hazel eyes smiling. He sat by the fire, and they talked of many things.

Anna put her arms around the man, her husband. She smiled at the ring on her finger, then looked up to meet her beloved's eyes. She saw hazel eyes, filled with love. He smiled at her, and she lost herself in his smile.

Anna woke up to the horn that sounded the beginning of the day. A memory of the dream flowed into her mind. No doubt about it... that man was the one she would love.

Hazel eyes... a vivid memory came back to her.

She prayed to Martel for freedom and love. She turned to see a man looking at her. She met his eyes... hazel eyes. He stared, then turned away and fled the room.

Hazel eyes! That was the man from her dreams!

Anna whispered a prayer to Martel that she would meet him someday, someday when she was free to wander the world... and free to love.

"Oh, Martel, please let me find those hazel eyes."


I don't own. Also, you might think that Kratos' eyes are brown, but I say they're hazel. SO THERE!