Just a quick author's note, bolded words are our present Lucy's thoughts and Italics are the dreams. This is because it's in a third person point of view, so this is easier to differentiate. Okay let's get on with the reading :)

Dreams of a man with alabaster skin, black spiky hair, mysterious, but tired looking midnight blue eyes, a sword straight through his masculine abdomen, soaking through the ancient robes draped across his body to his pure white wings with the crimson blood that flowed out of his body at a steady and terrifying rate. As he bled, the unnamed man held a hand to a smooth tear streaked ivory coloured face- her face and in a loving yet weak voice murmured "Lucy don't cry."

A face scrunched up to prevent the tears from flowing and a strained whisper said

"How can I not? You took that hit for me Gray! You shouldn't have been here; I told you I was taking care of it… Why did you have to come?" Lucy's efforts to stop the tears were fruitless, for now they were silent but sooner rather than later they would turn into sobs, but for this second in time she stopped. As she spoke the tears began again, louder than they were, more than there had been... But what was more heartbreaking was that while she began crying the words she said were ones of panic, words that were seeking reassurance Gray couldn't give."You'll live right? Right...? I can trust you on that you won't leave me?" "Lucy..." A crazed smile upon her lips the words that were assertive and forceful yet were seeking the reassurance she needed. "You'll definitely live-"

As she was about to say something else he interrupted her "I can't Lucy, you know that I'm not going to last long, that I'm-" "NO!" It was her turn to interrupt as she denied it shouting "No! You'll make it, you'll live no matter what." Even as she said those words she knew in her heart that he would- no could not survive, it would take a miracle. She knew even more painfully so as he looked at her with his enchanting eyes, mental and physical pain was clear in that look. Biting her lip Lucy wept even more forcefully and threw her head onto his chest.

"No you can't leave me, I need you...please" she sobbed as his arms weakly embraced her, it did not feel right his embraces were meant to be strong, safe, and warm, whereas this was weak, loose and felt like a good bye she could not bear to have. His arms loosened the embrace and she gasped, thoughts of panic took over her mind and she lifted her head only to see the sight she feared the most. A final "I love you," left his lips and his eyes came to a close. His skin paler, his heart beat slower… Slower... Frantic thinking brought Lucy to the conclusion of slower was better than nothing and once that was made clear she knew what she had to do.

An incantation was said, a power was let out, and a light shone again as another began fade. As the male angel opened his eyes with shock, he got one last final look at his beautiful lover and by that time she had faded so much it took a second for him to realize what spell his lover had used. Because by the time he woke up

her snow white wings had already gone, going first, them being the source of power that had fueled her last spell, then next her pale legs began to fade to the point they were merely a glimmer only as solid as a ghost, the fading went up to her hips still moving at what felt like an agonizingly slow pace to Lucy, all this happened before Gray's body was even aware of the spell. When Gray had woken up he only had enough time to look at her last smile, at the chocolate brown eyes he fell into, the lips he had kissed countless times, and the wavy golden hair that formed a halo around the angelic face he loved.

"I'll come back to you," she said, Lucy smiled one last time before the fading finally reached the top of her head and she burst into an array of glittering light, bathing Gray in the warmth of her love a last time. As he stood up fully healed, but still broken on the inside, he cried. He hadn't cried when he was about to die, but the pain of knowing your lover sacrificed them self for you, was too much for him to bear. In a way he knew how Lucy felt when she saw the sword straight through his abdomen; how she thought it was her fault. Standing up his blood dripped from the lower half of his wings staining the bottom half in an ombre of red. Opening his wings to their full length whispering as he flew off

"I can't wait Lucy…."

And then the dream ended waking the dreamer up. After jerking suddenly into a sitting position Lucy took some deep breaths and then fell back onto her pillows with a heavy sigh. It was so vivid, almost as if it had really happened to me; I mean the girl did look exactly like me, like a feeling of deja vu, but seeing it on a TV screen. Like if a person could watch all of their memories on a TV. Lucy thought as she got out of her bed and walked over to her mirror. She was right she could see the resemblance, the blonde hair, the brown eyes, and really it wasn't just a resemblance it was the same face and body. Sighing she shook her head and headed out to get ready for school.

Throughout the day, that was all Lucy could think about it, you could go as far as saying she was in a trance like state. The nagging of her friends to join the conversation wouldn't work, maybe for a few seconds but then she would go back to being silent. The scolding of the teachers couldn't get her to pay attention in class, getting hit with a ball in P.E. couldn't bring her attention although she did need to go to nurses office after that little incident, even multiple hellos from her crush weren't embarrassing her like usual. Apart from that, everything seemed to lack its normal….Lustre? Sparkle? She didn't know, but things that usually excited her were just so dull all of a sudden, like it didn't really matter anymore…

Needless to say when Lucy got home it wasn't much better, but that was normal she lived alone so it wasn't too big of a change. Thinking it was a onetime thing, Lucy happily and calmly went to sleep. But when she did go to sleep that night another dream happened and it wasn't much better from the last, more terrifying even, Lucy just didn't know it yet nor did she know that these were memories and not dreams, but when she finally does it's much, much later, whereas this dream? It was right now.

A terrace lit by the moon and stars in what seemed to be an Egyptian palace at night. There were statues of the land's gods, an extravagant fountain, pillars that held the surrounding building up, and bricks making four pathways to the fountain, all from different directions, as well as making a path edging the building.

In the middle of that moon lit terrace was the angel. Just now he had no wings and his skin was lightly tanned, his hair was slightly longer, and his muscles a bit more defined, but everything else was frozen in time. Gray was wearing a white shendyt edged with a thick lining of golden thread, and held up by a thick golden belt of sorts. Thin golden bands encircled each of his arms, and a collar made of up of gold while being decorated by red and blue precious stones hung around his neck and lay across the upper half of his chest. All Egyptian styled clothing and jewelry were presents from the Egyptian princess he was engaged to. But that Princess was the not the one he was in love with, in fact the woman he was in love with wasn't a princess. She was a consort, the secondary wife of the Pharaoh yet she was his favourite, she was the one he doted on.

Ah Lucy, his Lucy… Gray thought, or no, now she was Isis, named after an Egyptian goddess, the Goddess of Fertility in fact. Unfortunately her name only added to her appeal, an appeal which consisted of many other attributes, a bittersweet thought for this angel. For the Pharaoh all he needed was the first glance, a first glance at the undeniable beauty of Isis' milky white skin, her golden hair, and her chocolate brown eyes, that was all he needed to take a second look and then to go on and learn more about her. He learned of how she was a pure Egyptian despite the uniqueness of her hair, he learned that she was of noble birth, that she was talented, and then the finishing blow was that she was destined to be a priestess -Or no that was not the finishing blow it was the reason why she was or would've become a priestess.

Isis could tell the future.

Therefore she was made a consort, not the primary one no, the first wife had already given birth to a male heir and solidified her place as Queen and primary wife... Shaking his head

stopped him from thinking about it all only to look up and see his lover leaning against the pole in front of him.

She had a slight smirk on while watching him think, probably because he hadn't noticed her in the time she had been standing there. Isis' golden hair now reached her mid back and had blunt bangs that reached just below her eyebrows, her eyes were accentuated with the usage of kohl, the kohl design extending out on her right eye so that her eye had a design resembling Horus' eye.

For clothing she wore a thick gold band around her head a King Cobra head also made of gold protruded from the middle of the band, a golden collar starting at the middle of her neck and extending down to right before her breasts, the collar was decorated by a rainbow coloured array of gems a covering most of the golden plate, but there was also room for linear carved designs,attached to the bottom of the collar's back was a floor length see through cape lying on the floor behind her. To cover her breasts there were two pieces of white silky material that extended from the bottom of the collar to another golden band right below her breasts, a belt once again made of gold was placed a couple inches below her belly button and from that belt hung a skirt consisting of two pieces of silky material. One piece was what made up most of the skirt, that piece was hung around her hips and was secured by the belt, the back reached her mid calf while the front gradually became shorter only reaching the belt, it could cover everything necessary, but not only was it more modest but the next piece was more fashionable to have. The second piece hung straight in front of her legs and reached her knees, it wasn't wide probably only as wide her arms put together.

"Hello Memphis," Isis said huskily, the voice change was from the drinking she had been forced to do this evening. She walked up to her dear lover and kissed him passionately but softly. His arms automatically wrapped around her waist as Isis put her own arms around his neck.

When they broke apart they stared into each others eyes for a while, Memphis ran his fingers through her hair and marveled at the feeling of her there with him, once again...after he lost her. If Memphis lost her again he wouldn't know what to do, not as Memphis, but as Gray or no...as a mixture of the two. "Hello Isis, I see you're well," Memphis said moving his hand from her hair to begin caressing her cheek with the same hand.

"How could I not? I am served everything I want and given everything I don't," Isis said with a mischievous smile, but soon that smile turned into a frown "I'm running out of excuses Memphis, I can't avoid him forever. He will either become suspicious or find a way to sleep with me once again, we have to act now!" Thinking look back on his face Memphis knew Isis was right, but really what could they do? If they ran where would they run to? They would have to run far, far away and it would have to be fast because not only would half of Egypt be looking for Isis, the other half of this powerful country would be looking for Memphis along with his own country.

"Where would we go," Memphis asked a grim expression taking over his face. He stepped back one or two steps, as the weight of this decision had suddenly become very clear to him

Isis was stunned for a moment, her face morphing from determination to surprise and loss before quickly become determined.

"We'll go everywhere; we'll stay in one place for a while then leave for the next. I don't know but as long as I'm with you we'll-"

"You say that all now but can you handle that? Can you handle never having a real life? A real house? Is this really worth that much to you?"

"How could you say that? Of course this is all worth it! Do you think I would risk my neck for some insignificant fling? I love you Memphis and if you're having second thoughts about us, you better back away before I throw away my life for you."

By now milky white cheeks were soaked with tears that had fallen from deep brown eyes, another pair of eyes watched guiltily feeling so close yet so far away. Normally he would comfort her, pulling her into his arms, never letting go, but now he couldn't he didn't deserve to. Even then the urge, the feelings, the love, the lust….everything was still there.

The argument was only hushed whispers in volume, words that could easily be said but it was the meaning behind those words, the meaning of a decision for Isis and that decision…it was a decision that decided everything. She had a life here, she had family, she had a home, she had wealth, heck she had a husband. Was one man worth throwing all that away…?

Of course it was.

The pearly tears that had continuously seeped out of her eyes now stopped, taking a tentative yet confident step forward Isis took her hand and put it on Memphis' cheek bringing his head down so that his forehead touched hers.

A whisper as small and loving as the hand on Memphis' cheek said "Hey you're worth it. You know why? Because I chose you and nothing can or will ever make me regret the choice to go with you."

They shared a kiss once more, but this one quickly changed its nature. It went from a feather light peck, to a deep passionate kiss, to one that was hungry and lustful. They ended up with Memphis' back again the wall, making the scene all the more erotic for them. As things escalated one of Isis' arms hung around Memphis' neck the crook of her elbow at the back, one

of her hands was tangled in his hair, and her right leg had slid up and slung itself around Memphis' left leg. Now Memphis on the other hand had his right hand on her back securing her body to him, while his left hand found its way to her hair successfully lacing itself in her hair.

Their lips finally broke apart leaving a bridge of saliva between their tongues and with that Memphis gave Isis' lower lip a slight tug before starting to give light kisses alongside jaw line, he had to fight the urge to give her markings ofany sort

seeing as that would arouse suspicion. Soft moans could be heard coming from Isis' mouth, that being what drove him over the edge, fighting the urge was failed and Memphis ended up leaving a hickey or two.

Moans could be heard from both Isis and Memphis and as his mouth traveled lower towards her…..

With a start Lucy woke up, flushed, feeling hot and well…aroused. Must be because it's me or at least looks like me… she thought feeling sort of embarrassed at not only feeling this way, but because of how she got to feeling like this. Thinking like that was her unintentional way of reasoning that it was a new feeling, but in reality it was an old one, a feeling about three thousand years old. Lucy groaned and looked at her clock, 1:08 am, which means she had to go back to sleep, therefore meaning she might have to go back to….feeling and seeing that. At the very thought of it she blushed, but deciding to deal with it Lucy closed her eyes falling asleep almost instantaneously.

Whether fortunately or unfortunately Lucy's memory did not resume at the same scene, no it skipped to the one of horror and tragedy.

Isis waited at the normal spot, her outfit no different from hours before, they had decided to meet later that night and then they would escape. But what Isis didn't expect was that not only did Memphis not meet her, royal palace guards had greeted her instead. What greeted the soldiers was the favoured royal consort out late at night with a bag of necessities for running away, all this while looking absolutely looking guilty.

Isis was then brought to the Pharaoh's throne room, the people looking at her had looks of disgust as they looked at her dishevelled state from being dragged all the way to the throne room, the first wife along with blue haired princess had a smug smirk, and the pharaoh had a harsh glare and everything was explained in that moment.

"Who was he," The Pharaoh asked voice booming, explanation not needed.

Isis shook her head as she was surrounded by royal guards, protecting Memphis was the only thing on her mind even though she knew what punishment was about to come.

"Whip her," The Pharaoh ordered sitting on his throne, a look of hate on his face as he looked down upon his ex-consort, as the first whip came upon her Isis cried out in pain. Voice booming to the point of being almost painful to the ear he asked "Who was he?"

Isis shook her head again and this process began again, ask, shake, whip, and repeat. Eventually the Pharaoh left deciding his presence wasn't needed. As he left he ordered that if she didn't answer just keep on asking, and with that he gave one last seething glare towards Isis. For the rest of the night it continued, everyone left except for the guards who kept whipping. Isis' cries could be heard throughout the night until it finally got to the point she was too weak she couldn't make a sound.

By the time Memphis got there his lover was dead lying in a puddle of her own blood. IN the end after that he went on a rampage blowing down buildings, creating natural disasters. He might not have killed, but with all the injuries accumulated in the palace he destroyed he might as well. It was chaos by the time Gray was finished and when he flew off he wasn't seen as an angel but a devil.

But if you had seen him as he flew out of Egypt all you would see was a broken man. Someone crying for their loved one.

You see that? 'Cause I saw that.

The cryptic message above is referring to my lazy-ness at the last half of the ancient Egypt segment, totally could of added more detail, but I've been on this since July and I was tired of writing about Memphis and Isis. But apart from that I am quite happy with this first chapter of this three-shot, the first plus a half of the six parts that make up this story. This took the better half of two months to write and since it went from a planned 2000, max 3000 words to 5000+ I decided I should probably split this all up. It only ended up as a three shot because when I looked at my planning of the story line it fit as six parts therefore making it a three-shot. Now that that has been explained how'd you like it? That is my standard, generic question that is still more important to me than any other thing. I might write for my own amusement and for myself, but the reason I share is because I want to know a) if it's likable and then b)if it isn't how should I improve it so that you do like it. Because despite the whole I don't care if whatever, I do want you to have something good to read. Anyways relating more to to the Gralu factor, yay it's the fourth day of Gralu/GrayLu week! The whole separation and reconnect definitely works for this and on a scale from one to ten I think it was about a six in the originality and the same for actual writing. I don't have anything masochistic to say about this so if you liked it review if you want, if you don't and you made it this far I applaud you, and again review if you want.

Sincerely,

Clarissa Hunter xoxo