a/n hey guys! This is my second fanfic, so kick back, relax, and enjoy!
I wake up, sunlight streaming into my face from the open window. well, Regan must be up, I think, starting my day with a positive statement in order to keep the horrible memories at bay. I shudder. don't go into that, I warn myself. I quickly get out of bed, then walk over to the mirror. My headband is askew, and my hair is sticking out in all directions. I sigh. well, there's proof of the dreams I had last night. o take my brush in my hand and gently brush my hair in the same direction, straightening my headband as I did so. I take care to brush around the 'ears' located on the headband, and my hair is now smooth and silky. When that's done,I go to my wardrobe and select my typical outfit. A short green skirt that stops above my knees, a green halter top, and a pair of sandals that hug my heel and ankle comfortably, with one strap that comes down between my big toe and my other toes. I get dressed in these, then grab my forest green eliatrope hat (the gobball fur along the bottom was dyed a light green) and put that on before going downstairs.
"Laura, Regan," I call. "You guys here?"
"We're in the kitchen," calls Regan, my Dragon sister. I walk into the kitchen and sitting at the table is a green Dragon (that's Regan) and a kind looking eniripsa. I can't believe how Laura has managed to put up with Regan and I for twelve years, watching us grow and being our mother. It has been so nice with her, to relax and focus on simple things, not going off and adventuring a lot.
"Hello, Adeline?"
I snap back to attention, and realize that I had zoned out.
"Sorry," I say say sheepishly, rubbing the back of my neck. "I just zoned out for a second, thinking."
"We're you thinking about the memories again, dear?" Asks Laura.
"Yeah. I still blame myself for messing up the spell. Everyone had to pay for my mistake. I let my guard down enough so the mechanisms could attack me, setting off a chain reaction where everyone except Regan, Shinonome, Qilby, and I lost the ability to remember past lives. Now I have the memories of every single eliatrope, every single life, and it haunts me. It reminds me of my terrible mistake."
Regan comes and rubs soothing circles on my back. "Think about your memories, the happy ones from this life. It always calms me down."
I take a couple of deep, calming, cleansing breaths and think of any happy memories that are locked within my brain. They are slowly bubbling to the surface, when it seems like everything shatters and floats away. That's when the vision starts.
