Anam cara;

"A person to whom you could reveal the hidden intimacies of your life. This friendship was an act of recognition and belonging. When you had an anam cara, your friendship cut across all convention and category. You were joined in an ancient and eternal way with the friend of your soul. You are joined in an ancient and eternal union with humanity that cuts across all barriers of time, convention, philosophy and definition. When you are blessed with an anam cara, the Irish believe, you have arrived at that most sacred place: home." - John O'Donoghue

When Luna was five years old she lost half of herself, ever since then she has always felt incomplete. She had a twin sister, Solis, they were inseparable, two halves to make one whole. Their mother always used to say they were one soul in two bodies. But when they were five years old, they were to be separated in the cruellest way. Their father was a good for nothing drunk who abused their mother, but when she got pregnant she finally left him for her little girls' safety. He seemed to have cleaned up his ways and eventually he had the girls every weekend, this system worked fine just up until their fifth birthday. That was the day their father got introduced to their mother's new partner. He was filled with such rage at the fact she had moved on, the thought of the girls having a new father figure, a better father figure, that on that night he decided to punish their mother in the worst way. He drowned Solis in the bathtub, Luna was next, but before he could fully drown her their mother had came in and knocked him over the head with the bat she used to hide under her bed. There was no saving Solis, but Luna wasn't dead and luckily made a full recovery. Well almost. With her twins death, left a gaping hole in her life, she couldn't hear her sister like she used to be able to with their twin telepathy, she was in a constant state of anxiety and unrest. She was incomplete.

The near death experience also left her with what her grandma used to call 'A gift.' She would have premonitions that came through dreams, sometimes spirits would contact her, and she became an empath of the strongest kind. She could feel peoples emotions to such an overwhelming point that she refused to leave the house and had to be home-schooled. It took years of learning to control it before she could venture outside without being crippled by peoples emotions. At first she hated these things, she felt cursed. But her grandma would always insist it was a gift from God, and now she realised how privileged she is to have these gifts and she never took them for granted.

Every year since her death, Luna would dream of Solis. She firmly believed they weren't just dreams, and she was in fact in contact with the spirit of Solis. But on the night of her 18th birthday she didn't dream of her twin, she dreamt of The Saints. She didn't understand how she knew about The Saints before they even became The Saints, but she knew she was connected to them somehow. Her dream was a premonition of them in the cell when they experienced the dream of their calling. She knew they were twins, and she knew that what they were going to do, who they were going to become, was a good thing. Soon she would dream of them at least once a week, she learnt their names too. The dreams wouldn't be anything in particular and there were no new premonitions, but they were still in her dreams. They'd never talk in her dreams, but they would feel. They didn't need words to communicate with each other. Even though she didn't really know the MacManus boys, she felt such an incredibly deep connection to them that she couldn't explain. When they became The Saints and would make the newspaper, she would be so proud of her boys that she would make clippings and stick them in an album. She wanted to document what they were doing, the work they were carrying out in the name of God. She often thought about finding them, she knew their names after all and she lived in Boston herself. But she didn't know how they would react, so she decided to just wait. When they fled back to Ireland she couldn't help but feel sad, knowing they weren't near her anymore, but she was also relieved that they were in hiding, she didn't want them to get caught. She knew they were going to come back before they were framed for the murder of a priest, she saw it in her dreams, and although she was worried about the boys, she couldn't help but feel a little excited at having them nearby again, maybe this time she would be brave and find them.

It wasn't uncommon for Connor and Murphy to share dreams, it had been a regular occurrence since they were children. But one night when they were 20 they had shared a dream that had a profound effect on the brothers. In a field wearing a flowy black dress was a beautiful woman, her black waist length hair was flowing in the wind. Her porcelain pale skin shone in the moonlight and her big bright blue eyes were breath taking. They didn't think too much of this shared dream at first, other than maybe they need to get laid more, but they both had a gut feeling that it was somehow more than a dream. It wasn't until the dream was occurring a few times a week they knew it was something different, they just couldn't put their finger on what it was. Whenever something bad or significant would happen, the dream would be different, sometimes it would have sinister undertones to it. The twins started to refer to the lady as "ár aingeal" (our angel) as they thought of her as their guardian Angel, keeping them safe and warning them of danger, not to mention the big angel wing tattoos that adorned her back. They took strength in her when they needed it and when they became The Saints she was always there in their dreams to keep them going and warn them if needed. On the night before Rocco died the dream was the worst they had and they knew something was going to happen. They were in a church when she walked in, then blood started pouring from her eyes and nose as she let out a gut wrenching cry. They rushed over and for the first time they heard her speak, saying "tueri sanctorum" (protect The Saints) over and over again.

Over time the twins felt connected to their aingeal on such a deep level that they would go as far to say their souls were entwined. They believed God had sent her to keep them safe and even though they'd had a couple of girlfriends and handfuls of one night stands, they were never enough because they weren't her. They knew it was stupid to hold a candle for a woman in their dreams, but she was deep in their hearts and they couldn't get her out.