"You're so close." a voice chuckled in the back of my mind. My heeled feet were clanging against metal, the patent white shoes slowing me down. I kicked them off and raced, white silk billowing out behind me as my cold feet slapped onto the corrugated metal. "Not close enough." it smirked as I rounded the corner and saw the silver haired man raise his fist to the sky and the metal beneath me started melting.
"Hey-Help! HELP! HEL-" I screamed.

Again, I woke up with Kat shaking me.
"Seriously go see someone." Nat groaned.
"Well tomorrow morning my husband will have to, wont he?" I blinked. We all stilled at the sound. Husband. The word sounded alien, more alien than Dathroka. I looked at the ground. "Where are our bags?" I asked.
"Someone took them and all the rest of our belongings in the night." Lily whispered. "It's funny, I don't want to leave here..." she added, staring at the wall.
"Funny, if 14 year old you had heard that then I'm sure she'd have slapped you." I giggled.
"What are we supposed to wear?" Kat blinked.
"Look in the wardrobe." Nat pointed over to the place where before hung suits of grey, now hung swathes of white fabric. Kat walked across as Natalya and I swung our legs down and dropped to the floor. Lily slowly slipped out of bed, following suite.
"These must be new clothes." Kat blinked. "Wedding clothes?" She asked, picking up the one with the yellow and blue stripe on the left breast. Lily and Nat grabbed theres confusedly as I paled. White silk. An image of the fabric swirling around my bare feet as I ran across the corrugated metal flashed in my mind and I paled. "And shoes! How impracticable." Kat added, lifting up a pair of high heeled white shoes.
"Very... white." Lily blinked. Natalya grunted, before shrugging her nightgown over her shoulders and pulling the white gown over her tall frame. She turned back to us.
"It's soft. Softer than before." She murmured, stroking the skirt with an absent smile I'd never seen her possess. As my other room mates slipped into their dresses, even the thought of mine made me feel physically sick.
"Liza." Kat murmered. I blinked up at her. She gestured towards the dress. "You need to wear it." I swallowed hard.
"Do I?" She nodded. I sighed, before pulling up my grey dress and pulling down the white one and slipping into the high shoes.

We all waited in the atrium as our names were called.
"Once your name's-a called-a, you will walk towards the other corridor and have a veil clipped in-a." A veil seems to be a piece of flimsy white netting clipped into your hair, covering your face. Roma was smiling broadly. "Come on, the quicker we get this done the quicker you'll be married!" I groaned. So many changes would take place in the space of 24 hours.
I was the 7th to be called, and as my friends around me waved goodbye, Lily was called immediately after me. The two of us walked together, the soft fabric floating as we stepped towards the door. After the veils were clipped in, we were lead to a seat in some sort of adjoining craft.
"I'm scared." I whispered to Lily. She nodded.
"Same, but I'm sure everything will be alright."
Four hours passed of us sitting there tensely. Soon, the whole craft was filled with scared eighteen year olds in matching dresses. The last person to sit down was Alice, who looked annoyed. Roma bounced in, and the doors slid shut. He made his way to a seat at the front and clicked some buttons, before we felt the ship start to move.

For all of us, we'd been on that satellite our whole lives. But floating across seemed different, almost painful. Like our whole lives as we knew it were being torn away and we were being artificially injected into ones we should've had naturally. Roma turned to us.
"Now, when-a we dock and the door behind me opens up-a, you will walk out in the order you were called and wait next to your partner, facing forwards at who ever is-a getting married." He smiled. A sea of blank faces responded. He sighed, and turned away again.

Once we were docked, we followed his orders and walked slowly down the corridor towards a room where no doubt our husbands would be waiting for us.
"Liza." Lily whispered in my ear as we walked.
"Yeah?"
"What if it's the silver man?" she asked. I blinked. I'd never thought it through - what if the silver haired man in my dreams was my husband? I blinked and blushed, and Roma swung open the doors. Him walking in front, the line of brides passing taller black clothed beings - I guess these are males like Roma. One of these was to be my husband. I looked closer to the front, knowing the seventh man was mine. I swallowed back disappointment when I saw no silver haired men in the crowd, and my Husband was dark haired. I made my way to him and looked up at him slightly.

His dark hair was slicked back, a tuft escaping the comb at the front making him seem more human. Glasses adorned his nose, similar to Alice's and a small mole sat on his otherwise clear, porcelain skin. I stared forwards.
"In the light of the sun of Dathrok." An old dathrokian priest called, standing in front of the couple at the front - two short, dark haired people who seemed almost terrified. "I name these two as man and wife." he placed his hand on top of their clasped ones. "To regenerate their earth and to bring light to the Dathrokian people." he removed his hand, and the two were ushered into a small pod off the side of the room. Only now did i notice them, hundreds lining the walls. As soon as they were inside, it was shot off and the pair were sent hurtling to earth.
When it was my turn, I was trembling. "In the light o-" he began, and as soon as the word light left his mouth a sun beam hit me through the window above him. It illuminated me, and I felt warmed and calmed for a moment. "-kian people." he finished as my thoughts came back to earth. The tall man was now leading me into a pod and I looked back at Lily, being married off to a man who looked eerily similar to her.
As we stepped into the pod and the door shut, he turned to me.
"Name." he asked. His voice has a nasally quality to it.
"Elizabeta." I replied. He nodded.
"Roderich." He circled me like a vulture. "My, you're prettier than I thought." his cool fingers brushed my back. "And here I was thinking nobody would be worthy of me." Mentally my mind screamed how my results weren't actually my results, but this guy seemed alright.

Atleast, that's what I thought.

A/N: Thanks for reading! R&R's are like fuel ;)