Dance Among Stars
SilverThorn-2000
Prologue:
Yumi blinked. She was in Lyoko, but she couldn't remember how she'd gotten there.
It looked like Lyoko's forest sector, anyways. But it was overcast, and beginning to rain. Those two facts both struck her as odd; she couldn't remember a time where the weather had been like this.
She sat on the ground, and blinked the rain water out of her eyes. The weather was getting worse, the rainfall increasing. She told herself that she had to get up, to find shelter.
She began to stand up, but stopped, hearing footsteps- slow, deliberate footsteps- splashing through the considerable puddles on the ground. She turned.
A boy, about her age, and about four inches taller, stood before her. She didn't know him, but found herself drawn to his eyes, eyes the color of the sea during a storm.
They were the most beautiful eyes she'd ever seen.
"Do you wonder what it'd be like to go and dance among the stars?" he asked, stunning Yumi. "What? What're you talking about?" she asked him.
He continued as if he hadn't heard her at all. "We could jump into the void, be lit by the stars as we dance to the waltz of the universe, yet still return the place where we began...."
His voice trailed off, and Yumi found herself confused, then terrified as he raised a sword. She watched, in horrific slow-motion as the sword's blade glowed blue, then fired an energy bolt at her.
She screamed as it neared her-
-And bolted dead upright in bed, gasping for breath, her pajamas soaked in sweat.
"It was a dream. It was all just a dream." She told herself, looking out the window near her bed. The sun began to break over the horizon, spelling the beginning of a new day. She wondered why she'd have a dream like that...
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Later that morning, a car pulled into the school's drive, and a new student, a young man, was almost forcibly ejected from the car.
"All right! Geez! You don't have to push!"
His things were unloaded from the back, and the car backed out and drove off.
"Yeah. Love you too." He said to the empty air.
He began hauling his stuff to the dorm, a splinter of rage in his eyes-
-Eyes the color of the sea during a storm.