A/N: It's been rather quiet here on my account, because of the leg injury I obtained in that accident not so long ago. My time has been spent on fixing it and dealing with the physical therapy. As you can imagine, my creativity time has taken a nosedive and a backseat at the same time. So that's why this chapter is very short.

Despite that, I hope you enjoy.


The First Dream: Girl Named The Sun

It began the same way…

The weightlessness…

The kind of feeling one gets when they lie back straight in a large and deep enough amount of water, like a lake, or deep pond or pool. But the lack of any moisture seeping through her clothes, creasing her skin, flowing into her ears and weighing down her hair told her that she was not in any water. But the weightlessness always felt the same.

It was too quiet as well.

The only sound she could hear was the sound of her slow intakes and outtakes of breath. It was the only assurance she had that she was still alive, but lost floating in what felt like a void of nothingness.

It was when she opened her eyes that everything changed.

Taiyo…

In this dream, the name was the first thing she knew.

Taiyo.

It meant the sun; a direct contradictory to her name's meaning: the moon.

Then the statue…

A girl, dressed much like the village women she had seen in that town with the burning church, and about the same age as she was now or maybe a little younger, was staring right at her with the saddest eyes Yuna had ever seen on a figurine. It was staring from across the gap between the two white stone pedestals both the Queen and the sculpture kneeled upon. The fingers of her hands were stabled together in front of her, just under the chin, as if she were praying. The statue girl's semi-long hair was somewhat ratty on the top with the bangs swept toward the left. And the longest locks were resting over her collarbones, much like Yuna's twin ponytails did.

For some reason, Yuna thought a little brown beauty mark under one of those sad eyes was missing and that they should be as blue as a feather on some birds she had seen during her travels. Also that messy hair color should be about as dark as a moonless sky night. But the statue, like the pedestals, was white marble where the only colors came from the lines of minerals within the snowy stained rock.

Taiyo…

The girl this statue embodied…

Her name was Taiyo.

Yuna knew the name, but not the woman behind the name…

Not the woman that this statue represented.

Taiyo…

The girl named after the sun, yet the statue projected a foreshadow that the girl's own story was nothing like what the sun was supposed to represent and symbolize to the mortal beings of the world.

As Yuna stared into the sad eyes of Tayio's statue, she felt something hot run down her cheeks, like tears. But the Queen, despite feeling the heartbreaking gloom that any statue like Tayio's could bring, did not feel sad enough for tears to flow out of her eyes. She felt compassion for the girl replica, but her heart was not wrenched hard enough for something that was logically lifeless, not matter how life-like the artist made it.

So why was she crying?

It was not like she personally knew anyone named Tayio.

Didn't she?

But she would never know the answer...

She always woke up.