Prologue

"Mommy no…Mommy please don't go" came the whimper plea of a child as she looked upon her mother at her death bed.

"No mama PLEASE!…please" she sobbed as she tried to rub warmth into her mothers cold fingers.

With a pained breath her mother smiled and with all the strength she had left she gave her daughter the only thing she had left. She tore the silver pendent that lay pressed against her neck and franticly pushed it into her daughters hands.

"Don't forget….y-your special" She murmured and fell into the dark cavern of death, her fingers still interlocked with her daughter's.

Chapter one

I woke up with a start. My heart was pounding and I could feel the blood pulsing through my body as my adrenaline rushed through me. But the feeling that was the most prominent was the silent tears that streamed down my cheeks. It was that dream again. The same one I had been having for years came rushing back last night after months of pleasant resting sleep without its disturbing presence. I sat there shaking in my bed listening to the rain outside trying to calm myself.

"Lilly?…..Lillya what are you doing in here sweetie it's time to get up," mom said as she rushed into my loft in the barn with my little sister Ismira in tow.

She pulled off her cloak that had sheltered the two from the rain and sat down on the bed beside me.

"Y-you've been crying…..what's upset you dear?" she asked, her voice soothing and comforting as she attempted to brush away the tears from my cheek.

I slapped away her hand and stood up, soothing away the wrinkles in my night dress as I paced around the loft.

"Lillya…was…..was it that dream again?" mom asked her voice tentative as she stood up to follow me.

"I…..I know it's just a dream….b-but I felt so real…..like I was really there" I mumbled and I felt another tear fall down my cheek.

I jumped when warm arms wrapped around my torso and turned to see Ismira hugging me as if I was about to disappear.

" Come on Lilly don't be so glum" my little sister said as she tried to cheer me up.

"You Don't understand It was like…. I was there and it was so scary and so sad…." I whispered and I heard mom draw in a long breath before laying a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"Lillya…..there's something I need to tell you…but I think your father should be here…..RORAN! COME IN HERE PLEASE" she hollered calling dad in from the house.

I looked at her. At the pain and worry that disfigured her face and at the guilt…..which left me to wonder….what did she have to tell me.