Sarah winced at the shock of energy that hit her face, running down her whole body. Suddenly, images began to creep into her mind. A soft melody-just enough that she couldn't make out the words-echoed around her. It was coming in all different directions all at once. She saw what appeared to be gray colored smoke in front of her face.

All of a sudden, an image of something moving came toward her. When the image got closer, she could make out the image of a young boy running toward her. His mouth was moving but she couldn't hear the words. She had a strange overwhelming feeling of love and concern for this little being.

"What the…"she tried to say out loud, but instead she heard something else come from where she was standing.

"…do not run around blindly, my precious one. You might get trampled by a centaur!"

Sarah watched as two hands reached out and touched where her face was, but she didn't feel anything. The voice she heard was hers and yet, wasn't. The words were crisp and the voice pronounced every syllable. She watched as the boy's mouth made a big O shape when he too put his hands on his cheeks. He made a terrified face, but then scrunched up his little cheeks and giggled. This caused the image that Sarah was seeing through to apparently giggle as well because the vision moved slightly up and down.

The boy was beautiful. Light brown hair going past his shoulders swayed to the light breeze in the apparition. His eyes were a dark blue hue above two little dimples along both sides of his cheeks. He reached out for the woman who took his little hand in hers.

"Come with me Mummy! I found something that I want! Oh, please, Mummy please!"

The image changed as if the two figures were slowly running. Sarah took in what surroundings were around her. The two figures were in some kind of marketplace with lots of different stands with different kinds of stock; anywhere from fabric, to food, to gems. She then gasped to herself. Not only were there different wares but the stands and the crowds walking around were different as well. She saw all different colors of skin-blue, gray, purple, yellow-and different shapes and sizes of every creature she had read about as a child. Some were elegant and beautiful while some looked like they were straight from nightmares. The eyes Sarah was looking through however paid no attention to these individuals but was solely watching the lovely boy that was guiding her to some unknown destination.

He stopped suddenly as he came to a stop at a stand at the edge of the marketplace. The boy reached down next to the booth and brought up a small sword. She saw the face turning its head back and forth.

"No, my son. You are but yet ready for such a thing, " she heard a version of herself say. The boy scoffed and made a pout with his lips.

"But, Mummy! I am ready! Father said he would teach me as soon as I was old enough and I am. I am already six summers!"

"My love, do not argue with your mother. Even though you are a big strong lad, I do not think you should be running around with swords."

He let his lip go down even further and tears started to flood his eyes. Just as quickly as it came, he brought back up his lip and hope shined in his eyes.

"I know you think I'm but a wee babe still Mummy, but I will be good with it. Please. Just let Father teach me with it. If I misbehave with it, you can take it away until I am older. Please, Mummy! I want to protect you and the kingdom just like Father."

He looked down while saying this last part. Sarah saw the eyes she was looking through slowly blurring. The woman was tearing up at the heartfelt sentiment of her son.

"If you promise me son that you will not run after the goblins with it and follow the lessons your father will give you, you may have it. Besides, a prince must be able to protect his kingdom and his queen."

She felt the image turn back up and hand something to the shop keep, who looked like a normal human. "Thank you, your highness," he said with a giant grin on his face.

She looked down at the boy who was admiring this trophy of a sword. He was so happy that it actually made Sarah herself smile. The image turned and into view came a massive castle just in the distance. The castle looked very familiar to her. Her image let out a happy sigh.

"Your highness! Your highness!" she heard someone yell. Her image turned and looked over to see a man in body armor run toward her. The male was blonde haired, blue eyes. Dried and fresh blood hung from his clothing, face, and hair.

"They have reached the western boarder of the Labyrinth. I don't know how much longer the guards can keep them out. We must hurry back to the castle!" he turned and addressed the other men that had settled behind him. "Escort her Majesty and Prince Milo back to the castle. You must hurry. Keep them safe."

The look of panic on their faces frightened Sarah, the observer. She felt like she was watching a movie that she was thrown into. The images of love and family were lost and the look and feel of terror entered. The image grabbed the young boy's hand and ran along with the other soldiers. Sarah got the feeling that she was running for her life.

Suddenly, men with swords clashed through to the left of her. She could see a group of the men shouting in a foreign tongue that she could not place. The guards they were following saw the men and broke off trying to keep the intruders away from their queen and prince. The invaders saw what they were protecting and ran straight for her.

"Run, your Majesty! Run!"

She felt her heart kick into overdrive. She ran very quickly through the last of the stands and through the tall houses that lined the street. She was going to make it. Her and her son. They were going to make it to the castle!

The image stopped suddenly. Sarah started screaming at the image to keep going; tears streaming down her eyes. The vision looked down. Through the image's chest was an arrow head covered in fresh blood. It's vision started to become blurry again. She looked over to her right hand and the image of the beautiful Prince Milo came into view. He was staring at his mother. Tears starting to stain his eyes.

"Mummy? Mummy?"

The image feel to her knees, still holding the Prince's small hand. He boy screamed in absolute terror and heartbreak as he watched his mother fall.

"Mummy, get up! We have to go…we can't stop…Mummy no! Don't leave me..," the boy said, falling to his knees. He was out of Sarah's sight now, but she could still hear his whimpering through his tragic sobs.

She could then hear guards rushing behind them and she saw as the image was picked up by two hands covered in blood. She couldn't see the woman's son but she could still hear him. Images of road, buildings, a large gate, and stone walls came in and out of view. The eyes Sarah was looking through were barely open and the images hazy.

Sarah then heard the loud footsteps of the men start to echo, making it so they were now inside. She caught different sounds of different creatures it seemed in between the loud footstep. The sounds snorted and grunted after the men shooed them away. The image came to a halt and the eyes opened once more to see stone flooring.

"Cass! What is the….Is….Isabelle?" the eyes twitched upward to an unclear picture of a male with blonde hair. He gaze moved as the image was headed over to him and she was now facing the guard.

"They came out of nowhere, Your Highness. My men were stopping a group of them outside the Western border. We were not expecting them to be coming from the East as well."

The woman's head fell back to where she was looking up at the man. With a few blinks of the eyes, the vision of the man became more clear.

"Call for a healer! Now! Hurry! The Queen…..is hurt!" the last words were a struggle and he began to sob with tears streaming down his face.

"Jar…eth, my love. Don't cry, my King. Take care of Milo. I will….see you in another life. I..I lo..love you so much…"

Darkness overtook the vision, and Sarah was left with tears in her eyes.