The girls, Celestial, Alex, and I sat in my room all seperated from each other. We were talking about my dreams and trying to figure out their meanings. It's been nearly 2 hours now and we still haven't come up with a reasonable explanation for any of them. I was becoming hopeless.

"Mother Nature would not prevent me from transporting down to Earth if I'm going to save the Earth!" I argued, getting frustrated

"Well, maybe you read your dream wrong," Jacey suggested, shrugging.

"There's nothing else you can remember?" Alex asked for the millionth annoying time.

"No!" I answered for the millionth time. "That's all that happened before I woke up."

"What about King Galaxy?" Jessica cut in. "Let's focus on him for now. He may know something about the past can help us out."

"True," Celeste agreed. She looked at me. "You need to find out who he is."

"How?!" I asked. "I can't just put an ad in the newspaper or put up a billboard that asks strange boys for a King Galaxy interview!"

"I'm not saying to do that," she replied. "I'm saying that you need to look out for signs as well. All of you acutally. Don't depend on me or Luna and Aretmis."

Everyone nodded in agreement. The next thing we worked on was Celestial's dreams, it's meaning, and her strange encounter. An hour passed and again, no reasonable ideas were suggested. Allie suggested that everyone just go home for now and rest on it, hoping more answers would come into someone's (everyone's) dream(s). We decided to do so.

"How will we know if something's a sign or not?" Alicia asked. "There's stuff that happens everyday just for the heck of it. You know, coincedence."

"You'll know," she said. "Trust me. You Scouts know the difference."

One by one, they gradually left and by 11, Celestial and I were the only ones in my room. I sighed, looking at my dance bag. I made a face and looked at Cel.

"What?" she asked.

"I don't feel like doing homework," I frowned.

She shrugged. "Then don't."

I smiled. "Okay!"

She rolled her eyes as I ran into my bathroom and got changed into my pj's, went back into my room, closed the main light, and crawled into bed. "Night, Cel."

"Good night, Caroline," she said and I fell fast asleep but the night seemed to stretch on...

"What are we to do, Sebastian?" a familiar voice asked. I was hiding behind a pillar, watching a man and a woman in the dark. There was a fireplace behind them and it was on fire, outlining the couple's bodies but I couldn't see their faces. The woman was holding something in her arms.

"What can we do, my love?" he asked, sounding hopeless. "This was all a mistake. You belong here and I don't. I need to leave and you need to forget about me."

"But what about our daughters?!" she cried out franctically when he turned around, getting ready to run away. That's what must be in her arms.

He turned back around, walking backwards. "They will not be safe at where I'm going. You must look after them."

"No!" she cried out. "We can work this out! Forget the differences! We can overcome them!"

"Serenity, please," he begged.

-Gasp!-

"I'm sorry but this is the way it has to be," he said.

"What will happen when they starts asking questions about their father?!" Serenity asked.

"Tell them I died in the war," he replied, shrugging. He turned around and started walking but he stopped and ran back. He took a child from her, pressed his thumb against the forehead, performing some power transfer. He gave her back and took the other child in his hands, doing the same thing but he took longer. He stared down at her. "This one. She shall be the heir to my throne."

"Sebastian," the woman said, slowly shaking her head. "You're not suggesting-"

"But I am," he cut off, handing her the child. "This is why I cannot stay. This will tear us apart eventually. She'll grow up, realize what she wants, and all hell will break loose. We made a big mistake, Serenity and we cannot undo it. We must live with it but not together."

"No," she cried, quickly backing away in fear. "I have other plans for them. They will not follow in the shadows of your footsteps!"

"You cannot turn them against me!" Sebastian roared, slowly following her. "My blood runs in their veins and forever it will! They'll always have a part of me in them! One will have the iniative to finish my work if I haven't done so before my death!"

"Well let go of your life!" Serenity screamed, bawling. "It's not even your life! It is your wife's!..."

...I sat in my grand room in front of my make-up table, slowly brushing my long golden hair with natural honey brown streaks. I sat there, staring at my reflection in the mirror and thinking of many things. Who I really am, where my father has been for the past 14 years now, why my older sister grows more and more envious of me everyday, why I have strange feelings, and so much more.

"I hate you," came from her at the doorway.

I turned around and saw my sister. "Why do you hate me so? I haven't done anything to you."

"You shouldn't be the heir to the throne," she hissed, giving me an icy glare.

"I'm not," I agured for the thousandth time. I had no idea what she was talking about or what she has been talking about for tha past few months. She's beeng hinting that she's jealous of me being heir to the throne when our younger sister was choosen. The family doctor said she has anger and jealousy issues. "To tell you the truth, I don't even know what the heck you're talking about. You don't make sense."

"You know very well what I'm talking about!" she snapped, still giving me that same glare. "What was daddy thinking when he choose you?"

I jerked my head back. "Dad? Mom's the one that chose and she chose Miranda."

"I'm not talking about mom or who she chose. I'm talking about dad choosing you for-"

Again, 2 seperate dreams...