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Chapter Fifty – Two: Necklace

Dreams are sometimes seen as a place for your imagination to run wild. In our dreams, we can go anywhere, we can be anybody, and we can do anything. Sometimes, dreams can be understood in the environment of repressed thoughts. Dreaming serves as an outlet for those thoughts and impulses we repress during the day.

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Connie was in the dark room, the room which she had long ago been crushed and suffocated.

However this time, she wasn't getting crushed. In fact, there was a soothing wind that made her feel comfortable and assured. Looking around the dark place, she noticed that there still wasn't any light. Her mind suddenly started lashing out ideas; she was in this room again, and she was aware that she was dreaming. Those circumstances usually led to an unpleasant outcome... her eyes widened at the thought

However, as the thoughts finished going through her mind, a sound that sounded like a sparkler came from behind her.

Turning swiftly, she saw the cause of the sound, her eyes widening.

There, in mid air, was gold writing being spelt out. The sparkler sound was coming from that as it wrote, forming big words. She could read some of it now; and read it out loud for herself slowly as it wrote; her face twisting with confusion more and more.

"The key to all is close to tho'st heart ... In the time of peril,... the wall of dust will end the dream, but do not fear,... as when the true wish is seen, the dream will begin. Coincidence is faulty, inevitability will consume, beginning to end, ... To beginning once more."

The whole entire statement puzzled Connie; what did that all mean? The dream was one not to complain about, but really? Couldn't it have been something she understood? Looking around the darkness, the golden words did not disappear. They were the only light source in this dark space; the only warm feeling.

"Hello?" she didn't know why she called out, but somehow it felt like there was a presence there with her. Scratch earlier though; I want another dream...

"Is anyone here?" she didn't know why she was asking, this was a dream after all, one of those dreams when you knew you were dreaming.

Swimming with dolphins sounds like an awesome dream right now...

There was suddenly a loud bang and the words "Be gone" were sparked in front of her before Connie felt herself being hit from behind by golden sparks, smouldering her, before jetting up in her bed gasping.

Looking around her room she wasn't sure what that just was, but it left her wondering.

Eyes jumpy, she looked around the room. Everything was dark and there was really no point in looking around. Her head fell back into her pillow, and she sighed heavily.

"The key to all is close to tho'st heart..." Thought Connie aloud; she looked down to her chest, and her eyes landed on her necklace. Which at the moment happened to be hotter than usual. She had honestly gotten use to its constant warm temperatures, and never thought about it anymore. However... It looked as if it was casting off a very faint glow.

Furrowing her brow, she thought it over. And then lightning struck her in the form of an idea.

"No...way..." she muttered out, grabbing hold of her necklace and sitting up. Of course! It had been in front of her the entire time! It was the necklace, all along, it was the necklace. The day she got it, everything started to happen...how she had not realised that... Everything happened then... After that moment... it all made sense...

Face palming herself; she looked at the necklace in deep thought. Who would have thought...?

Sighing, Connie pulled back the covers and got up; the cold of the room hitting her warm legs as they hung over the edge of the bed. Well it couldn't be certain if the necklace was the cause. After all, it could have just been a coincidence that she got the necklace the same day...

Coincidence is faulty...

Walking to the door of the room she placed her hand on the knob and opened the door, walking out. She heard the sheets on the bed move behind her, and glanced over her shoulder at the source.

Altair got up and was walking towards her, and with the dim light of the hall she saw his face. He looked worried... He never use to show his expressions so easily before... and she was starting to notice all the changes now. It was either because of their time together... Or that she had his trust...

"Are you all right?" he asked lowly, coming to a stop in front of her.

"Yes I'm fine." Answered Connie, smiling as she looked off to the floor slightly embarrassed.

"I had the notion you had a bad dream, but everything is alright?" he questioned again, following after Connie as they both headed down the stairs to the kitchen.

"Ya, I... I think I know what's causing everything though... or maybe I'm wrong and it's just a coincidence." Said Connie, deciding to tell him her thoughts on this matter. They entered the kitchen and Connie went directly to the stools, taking a seat and resting her head in her hands. The clock had read that it was still six in the morning and she was still tired.

"I'm listening." Said Altair, taking a seat beside her, eyes watching her carefully for any sign of an answer.

"Remember how you asked me about my necklace all that time ago; and I said it was sent to me by some person?" she muttered out, not sure if she was making any sense.

"Continue," nodded Altair, brow slightly furrowed.

"Well I think it's my necklace that's making us time travel." She finished, turning her head and looking at him for a reaction. He only nodded, nothing could surprise him anymore.

"What made you come to believe this?" asked Altair, eyes going to the necklace now, lingering on the designs it held upon it.

"I had... The dream, it was the dream. It had this whole message; I still remember it." Connie quickly repeated what she remembered to Altair, and he nodded his head.

"So you think the key to everything that has happened is your necklace?" he asked, finding that hard to believe. He remembered however that Connie would often complain about it heating up or burning her.

"Yes... but I'm worried about what was being said," she thought aloud, thinking back to the dream. What had sent her that message though? She was beginning to think that it WAS the necklace that was causing everything... that it was the one who sent her that message... what else had it done...

"It said 'In the time of peril, the wall of dust will end the dream, but do not fear, as when the true wish is seen, the dream will begin' what does that mean?" she asked, worried of that actually happening or whatever it meant, or maybe it was her mind screwing with her, maybe that's what all of this was.

"I do not know." Said Altair, sitting up straight in his stool.

"And neither do I... that's what I'm scared and worried about..." said Connie, she looked to Altair before sighing and resting her head on his shoulder.

What could she possibly do? Being prepared is what she always wanted to do, but how was she suppose to do so if she didn't understand? Perhaps all she could do was hope for the best... and stay close to Altair... she wasn't sure what she would do if he was gone... but she didn't think it was good. ... She had grown fond of him.

Altair looked down at her on his shoulder, and all she could do was smile up at him and hope he didn't mind.

He smiled.

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Both Altair and Connie were thinking about the morning occurrence throughout the day. But it also didn't help that they had to think about the fact that today was the fifth day.

Connie and Altair had put their robes on, Altair advising that it was better for them to be in the proper clothes for the journey back to his time. They were in a cell after all.

It was past dinner at the current moment. They had spent some time sword fighting- Connie losing- and then Connie had gone in to make a quick dinner, Altair deciding to stay outside and wonder around. Connie wasn't too sure why or what he was doing.

She had then called him in for dinner, and after Connie had her back turned he had run in all the way upstairs; his robe trailing behind him. She didn't know what he was up to, but she questioned him about it as they ate dinner but he stayed silent on that matter... whatever it was.

It was at this point now however, that she and Altair were going through the bag of equipment for his time, discussing what should be used for what.

"You think we should just carry the handguns in our robes?" asked Connie, pursing her lips in thought. She supposed that would be a rather good idea; they could easily pull them out if attacked...without drawing attention. And she wasn't even sure if the bag they had would even be brought with them...

"Yes that's exactly what I think." Stated Altair, and Connie nodded completely agreeing to the idea.

"Good idea." She responded; handing Altair his two, making sure the safety was on before handing them over.

Grabbing her own, she stuffed them in her robes before zipping up the bag, throwing it up onto the bed. Looking to Altair she sighed, relaxing her shoulders.

"What should we do now?"

They were pretty much done with getting ready, both of them with their robes on, guns packed, and bag ready...there wasn't much else they could do. Besides... it was already... 8:37 pm...

"Surprise me." Stated Altair, sitting close beside her on the bed.

"I don't know." She muttered, playing with the sword she had strapped to her side. When they were sword fighting, they had finally used real ones again, both being in their robes...Connie's being the novice ones... she was still grumpy about that.

"I have an idea..." said Altair suddenly, and he began to lean into Connie, tilting his head down to her lips. Connie was shocked for a moment, eyes glued to his golden ones, before she faintly felt something brush her side where her sword was...

Suddenly lashing out her hand, Connie grabbed a hold of his which was inches from her sword and eyed him with a furrowed brow.

"Playing dirty are we?" she asked, smirking up at him when his expression changed.

Smirking his own now, he leaned away, but Connie had her hand on his sword and pulled away quickly before he could do anything; pulling his sword out instead. Continuing her smirk up at him from her far spot away.

"That's rather unfair." Said Altair, and Connie could only laugh at his bemused expression.

"Learnt from the best." Shrugged Connie, and pointed his sword at him. She always knew she was going to use his sword one day, remembering the deal she made so long ago with him. It just never occurred to her it would be in this way. It amused her further.

"I win." She smiled.

"Not quite." Finished Altair, and Connie tilted her head to the side at this.

"...what?" she questioned and Altair suddenly spun, wrapping some of his robe around the sword and pulling it out of her hand. Connie was pulled forward with the sword and she suddenly landed into his chest... she slowly raised her face to look up at his golden eyes.

"I won." Stated Altair lowly, face inches from her and breath tingling against her face... Making her shiver in surprise.

"Yes... you won..." she whispered, looking into his fair eyes.

"That's new." He mentioned, and she gave him a questioning look.

"You don't usually agree." He continued, and Connie smiled slightly.

"I guess not." She whispered and leaned in closer to him, expecting a response to her actions. Said response was not what she had expected.

Looking away Altair pulled out of there embrace and then Connie looked away embarrassed, she pulled herself out of his grasp completely and skipped a few steps away.

"I'll be back in a minute," she muttered, turning and heading to a bathroom, away from him.

For whatever reason, Altair wasn't sure why he did that... it just didn't feel right at that moment...

Clenching his teeth, he turned for the door to go outside, relishing in the sudden breeze he felt as he opened the door. The sun was just about to set and the clouds above were in shades of pinks, purples, and oranges.

Forgetting everything else he stepped away from the house, slightly shutting the door before heading to the hill full of the sunflowers, watching as they smoothly moved in the wind.

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"What is my problem..." whispered Connie to herself as she sat on the rim of the tub in the bathroom. She didn't have to go, she just had to get away... from the situation.

Sighing she placed her head in her hands, shaking her head. What had become of her in that moment? She had expected him to respond... and then he pulled away. She let out a groan.

"Yes... embarrasses yourself more Connie." She muttered to herself again, before looking up into the mirror. Seeing the discomfited girl in the mirror gave a sudden rise to push it aside, and without a second more wasted, she stood and walked for the door; a passive expression coming to her face.

Walking out of the bathroom, she headed back to the living room to find Altair; she wouldn't let things get awkward just because she did something stupid. Feet going in a fast pace, she entered the room only to find him not in it.

Furrowing her brow, her gaze suddenly landed on the slightly ajar door. Mind automatically thinking the worst as always; she stumbled over to it, glancing outside.

The amount of relief she felt at that moment came in such a rush, she had not expected it what so ever. There on the hill laid Altair, sunflowers all around him as the setting sun cast colour across the sky above.

Taking a deep breath, she opened the door all the way and stepped out as well, intent to go and talk to Altair.

Coming to his side, she looked down and noticed his eyes were closed, but she knew him too well to think he wasn't aware... he always was. Except for that one time... she suddenly giggled, a hand coming up to try and stifle the noise. It was too late however as Altair opened his eyes and glanced at her from his spot on the grass hill.

"And what might you find so amusing?" he asked, head still resting on the arms behind his head.

"Nothing, just a passing thought." Answered Connie, shaking herself out of her amusement and taking a seat beside him. She didn't lie down though, instead, she looked out upon all her sunflower across the small hills of her yard.

"Did you plant all these?" asked Altair after a moment of silence, face slightly turned to her in wonder as he asked the question. Looking towards him Connie nodded slowly.

"Well, it only started out as a few, but they just seemed to pop up. Me and Jake were surprised..." she noticed quite visibly as his eyes narrowed at the mention of Jake.

"Yes you and Jake..." said Altair off handily. Connie's lips slowly landed in a small frown, but she looked away; what was she to say?

"Okay..." she spoke slowly, before turning back to him. "Was there a reason you asked?"

"No, I was just curious." He answered.

"Oh."

The sun was nearing the tips of the trees then, and Connie lay back, following Altair's example and putting her arms behind her head crossed.

"You like to make everything a game don't you?" asked Altair suddenly, and Connie turned her head towards him in confusion at the unexpected question. Shaking her head she shrugged her shoulders. She could think of a few situations where she had made a game out of everything... but that didn't explain why he asked.

"Even if that was true," she smirked. "It's not like I can help it when a certain someone plays along." Laughed Connie, smiling at him. Altair just smirked in amusement.

The rest of their time out there was spent in silence as they both watched the sun set beside each other. There was a point however, when Connie started to dose off, a smile lingering on her face.

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Waking up slowly, Connie realised she was outside, the chilly air what woke her up. Adjusting her eyes, she finally looked around and realised she was still on the hill outside her house. Sitting up she knocked off an arm that was resting on her stomach and looked beside her, seeing Altair. She smiled.

Shaking her head she groaned. They needed to get inside before whatever it was that happened to make them travel to the past happened now. They needed that bag... But I'm so tired... lying here for a moment more won't matter...

It seemed Connie finally took notice of something on her lap and looked down.

There was a beautiful sunflower... in Altair's hand... on her lap. Connie's eyes softened as she glanced at him for a moment, before reaching to pick the flower up.

Picking it up slowly from his hand, she examined it and smiled brightly. He knew. Looking at Altair again, she kept her smile upon her features. She guessed it was obvious that she liked sunflowers... but the fact that he picked one for her... She giggled.

It was cut short however by a sharp searing pain to her chest. Gasping in unexpected pain, Connie dropped the flower and looked to the source of the sting. Her necklace.

Grabbing it away from her chest, she immediately let go when it got blistering and burnt her hand. She cried out at her injury, and clenched her jaw. She looked over to Altair and noticed he didn't wake, nor did it look like he was moving or breathing. How had she not noticed this beforehand? She was about to reach out for him in worry, when an even more intense pain hit her and she dropped her hands and began to shake; groaning as she noticed her necklace start to glimmer slightly.

That was all she saw before she yelped in pain before her world went dark. Falling back beside Altair; her head landing on his chest.

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AN:yessssssssss, I am finally done these chapters! Now I can finally start some of the good stuff! XD I'm horrible lol. But what ive been waiting for is finally going to start to happen! Yeah intense chapters! Cant wait to write them XD ...and its been over 50 chapters . wtf

anyways sorry it took so long to update. i had a problem with the story. i had changed something earlier on and because of that there was an issue that had to be solved ... and was it solved! :3 also my job sucks lol

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thank you to my beta for heping out once again... we had fun coming up with a ...solution to the problem LOL

once again thank you everyone for the reviews! let me know what you thought about the chapter! lots of things were brought into this chapter. they know what the heck's causing everything...(which was kinda obvs) and connie had that dream... with that message. ? :3

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