This is a plot bunny that has been haunting me for a while but I'm not sure if I want to continue it, if this gets enough feedback ( reviews, favs, alerts that kind of thing) then I will.

"Demi? Deeeeeeeeemmmmiiiii….." I zoned in and out of my deep REM sleep. My friend Ashlee nudged me with her pencil.

"DEMI!" she hissed in a desperate attempt to wake me. I swatted her away.

" !" shouted my angry bio teacher.

I quickly snapped out of my deep sleep . "Lincoln!" I yelled.

rubbed his temples, "No, now stay awake okay?" Several if not all the girls in the back took a break from texting or playing on their phones to laugh at me. I never mocked them when they said or did anything stupid, why couldn't they extend me the same courtesy? continued to talk, or should I say ramble on about cellular division. I started to doze off again but the prerecorded camera flash of common electronic devices prevented my doing so. Why is teasing the underdog a top priority to them? I thought to myself. I choose to ignore it as usual, but eventually, the mockery turned into gasps and whispers. My nemesis "Trish" finally spoke up.

"Hey comrade creeper, what the hell happened to your arm? Did you fall into a vat of nuclear waste, cuz that would explain the serious mutations in your face ."

Mr.D paid about as much attention to us as we did to him.

I felt my anger of the whole situation swell up, "My name is Alexi, and there is nothing wrong with my face or my arm!" I shouted. But then I saw it, the glowing. My arm, or at least a small portion, was glowing a rich green hue. I felt compelled to touch it, and as I did I feel to the ground in a crumpled heap. My hearing was slowly fading but I could still hear Ash shouting for help. My eyes were open but the darkness was swallowing me.

Unfamiliar memories flooded my head. ..

I stood in a warm field of grain. The sun was warm on my skin, and there were people at work all around me. All of them were speaking some weird language that I somehow understood. Looking up at me every now and then to smile at me before returning to their work. The sun was setting and we all made our way back to a cute little village nearby. There weren't normal houses in this village. It looked like something out of a history book, but it didn't seem like that, it felt like home. All of us were talking and laughing. I'm still not sure how I could understand it, I just did. I wanted this to last but then a group of men road in on horses. They wore white tunic like clothing with a black cross in the middle of it. I yelled at the others to run and stood my ground.

No, they can't be here. Not here, not now. We don't even have time to arm ourselves with scythes and pitch forks!

Not even "my" thoughts were my own. I quickly rationalized this whole thing as an out of body experience or a dream and I tried to wake up.

A boy in his early teens, with white hair and eyes like the devil, dismounted and approached me. He was taller than me, and stronger looking too.

But I was not scared. Or at least whoever I was inside wasn't. It was strange I was still me but I could feel this person's emotions, and hear this person's thoughts as if they were my own.

"You heathens cannot resist much longer." The boy said. His voice was cold and terrifying.

I took a step towards him. My mouth moved and a voice that was not my own seceded it.

"So this is the best you knights could do? Drop in on a defenseless village, and then boast the slaughter of innocents as another gallant victory? I'll tell now, There are only women and children here. Their fathers and brothers are already gone to protect the eastern border. This so called "Victory" will only bring you shame, and the gods scorn."

I was knocked to the ground. I liked my lips clean of blood. His foot pressed down on my chest.

"You will crushed soon enough and your so called gods have left you to rot!" he put bore down hard. There was no air left in my lungs. " Speak pagan! What have you to say?"

Somehow I laughed. Not a wicked cackle, or like someone going insane. Just a light laughter. The sun came out from behind the clouds. The boy was surprised. His foot lightened.

"I can see up your Tunic from here."

Damn, whoever I was in really had a pair.

The last thing I saw was his foot about to make contact with my skull.

Then the scene shifted. It was sunset, and I was at a beach, walking around picking up pieces of amber talking with a guy I somehow recognized. The white haired boy was no longer a threat. I felt content, or whose ever memory I was in felt that way. I had never seen the blonde before, but somehow I felt like he was my best friend, someone I had known for centuries, it was nice. The blonde was in many other memories too. They were so strong. Every little detail radiated warmth as if someone had been trying to persevere them, like they didn't want it to end.

Everything started to swirl around me in one big mess. It was like a Penisive! That was it! I was having an odd harry potter dream and sooner or later Dumbledore was going to pull me out and I would go back to potions class!

I was washing dishes. The large windows let the light pour in generously. Birds were singing and for some reason there was a whale in the pond. It wove a fin at me and I back.

Everything started to swirl again. Now all I needed to do was sit back and wait to wake up.

I tried to look around me, to get up, anything. Every part of my body was sore, and in some areas I could feel the sticky warm wetness of blood beneath my clothes. Directly in front of me stood a tall man. He was dressed for the weather, with a hat, scarf and long coat. He looked down at me with a smile. Something told me he was the reason I was hurt so bad, my every instinct told me to try and run, but I couldn't move. He smiled, and his mouth moved, but no sound excited them. He took my hand and made me stand and forcefully dragged me away with him. I fought his iron grip and shouted to my companion still in the snow. It was the guy from the beach. The memory shifted again, but this time everything was a blur, as if attempted to be erased. The only thing I could make of it all was the fear and pain I felt and everything had gone cold. Then blackness, for a moment I thought I was dead.

Eventually there was pinpoint of light. I reached for it, and immediately relief swept over me. Final it had all ended, and I started to come back into consciousness.

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