100 years earlier

In the dark of the night, she stepped out onto the balcony. She knew what she must do.

"Why are you going through with this, Melody??!!" Melody whipped around. It was her best friend, Sacrine. "I'm your best friend. I would die if I lost you" Sacrine finished. "I can't take it

anymore, Sacrine. I just can't handle it anymore. You're used to it because you were born with it. I'm unnatural. I can't do this anymore. The evil is going to consume me if I don't do this."

Melody replied, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I get it Melody. Hold out, please. For me. If you can't, I understand. But remember this. I will always love you." Sacrine kissed Melody

on the cheek. Melody grabbed Sacrine's hand. "I love you too, Sacrine, forever and always". Melody turned back to the edge of the balcony and to the rushing sound of the wild, churning

sea below. Melody climbed up to the top of the balcony's railing, turned around, and waved her final goodbye to Sacrine before diving off the balcony into the churning water below.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH" screamed Musa. "NOOOOOO" Musa shrieked. She couldn't stop screaming for the girl that had just disappeared underneath the surface of the black water.

"MUSA! Wake up! Please stop screaming." Flora began to shake Musa awake. Musa shot straight up in bed, and began to sob. "I can't believe what just happened, Flora" Musa cried.

"What happened sweetie? You can tell me anything" Flora said calmly. 'Musa seems to be really stressed out. I've never seen her like this'. Flora thought. "I….. I think I just had a……. a

vision of my…….my past life." Musa said shakily. "What was it about, honey?" Flora seemed genuinely concerned. Musa decided to trust her. "Well….. it was about a…….. a witch, I think…….

named Melody. And her friend, Sacrine. It sounded like her friend had turned her into a witch, and it seems like Melody was really powerful, but couldn't handle it. She…… she committed

suicide..." Musa broke into sobs again, and Flora wrapped her arms around her. "It's OK, Musa, but I think that we should see Ms. Faragonda in the morning." "Why both of us, Flora?"

"Because, Musa, I believe that I have something to do with this also. It's 4 in the morning, Musa; you should really go back to bed." "OK, Flora. And….. thanks" Musa lay down. She was so

tired, but there was no way she was risking having that dream again. Around 5 AM, though, Musa drifted back into a deep, uneasy sleep.