His attentive brown eyes looked around nervously. He was in a room of some sort. He had no idea where he was, and yet, it seemed somehow familiar. He felt that he had been there before. He turned his head sharply to the left as a loud noise caught his attention. A young woman with bright blond hair was cooking at the hearth and she had dropped the large wooden spoon that she had been using to stir the stew. Her clothing was what was to be expected. It was a simple, blue dress, nothing fancy. Her long blond hair was braided into a type of headband to keep it out of her face and out of the fire. She leaned over to pick up the spoon that she had dropped and her dress almost caught on fire from flying bits of ash. She stood back up and shook her dress out to make sure that there were not any bits of the ash hiding in it. The ash was like a snake, waiting for just the perfect moment to strike out and injure its potential victim. Satisfied, she walked away from the fire.
He caught a glimpse of her face as she walked over to a cupboard to pull out a few home grown carrots to add to the stew. She had a perfect oval shaped face, with a cute little nose and big bright green eyes that would make any man stop dead in his tracks. The hair that did not stay in place gently swayed back and forth across her delicate face as the wind from the coming storm caught it. The woman's face seemed flushed; perhaps, he thought, it was from working around the fire. However, it seemed deeper than that, her face would not have been that red from just being near a fire for a few hours. He wondered what she was thinking about at that moment, what was on her mind, what was making her goddess-like face look so worried.
Suddenly, a tall, handsome man, dressed in armor, walked into the room. Lightning crashed outside as the storm hit the area. The flash lit up the man's face, making it also seem god-like. His hair was a deep brown color, and it fell over his eyes as he slowly advanced towards the young woman. The shield that he was carrying was made out of gold; it looked like something that only a knight of a king would own. The golden shield was a marvelous royal blue on the front and in the center were three golden triangles. The triangles seemed to glow mysteriously, as if they were a totally separate entity. The sword the man carried was also made of polished gold, he had seen the man put it in its golden holster before, but he just could not remember when he actually saw that happen. The young woman looked over at him as he came in through the open door and let out a small cry of sadness as she fell to the ground. He ran over to her to catch her, and he held her lovingly in his strong arms. He tried to calm her down with reassuring words and kisses, but it was to no avail. She had tears in her bright green eyes; she seemed to know the truth.
The storm that was raging outside seemed to halt its constant groans of thunder and lightning for a moment. It was as if the storm knew the destiny of the two lovers. Perhaps the storm felt it should give the couple one last moment of peace together, for it knew they would never hold each other in their arms again. Instead of the downpour of the cruel rain that had been heard before, only the sound of the soft gentle rain pattering against the window was audible. The two intertwined beings held each other in the moment, refusing to let go until all was right with the world. However, both knew that at that point in time, such a thing would never be possible.
It appeared to him that he was only a bystander. He felt like he was not even there, or as if he was invisible to every one around him. He could not speak to anyone; he could not ask what was wrong or what was happening. He looked around at his surroundings and suddenly realized that he was lying down in a bed. He tried to pull himself up out of it, only to find that he had almost no control over his body.
"Man!" he thought to himself. "This is horrible!"
But then, before he had time to think or do anything else, the interlocked couple withdrew from each other. As soon as their arms left one another, the ferocious storm outside started up again. The tall man dressed in the armor suit walked over to where he was lying and leaned over him. He looked into the man's hazel brown eyes, trying to find an answer to his questions. He attempted to speak but no words came out. The man shifted his position and began to speak to him.
"I will be back. Believe me when I say this. I will return to be with you. I will not let you down. Wait for me here."
With that said, the tall man left a necklace around his neck. As he was trying to see what the necklace was, he did not notice the tall man rushing out the door, into the vicious storm, and out of that young man's life forever.
**
A crash of lighting lit up the room. He awoke in a cold sweat.
"Damn storm." he thought. "I'll never get any sleep."
Just then, he remembered the dream that he had just dreamt. The tall man with the dark hair. The young crying woman. The necklace. His dark brown hair fell over his face and into his soft brown eyes as he reached inside his shirt, trying to find it. At last, his fingers closed around it. The necklace. As the memory of the dream began to fade, he held it tight in his hand. The deep blue of the stone seemed to go on forever. It was like looking deep into his soul. Every time he looked into the depth of the stone, he felt a memory trying to resurface, tugging at his mind as if trying to tell him something important, something that he desperately needed to know. If only the stone could talk. If only the stone could tell him what was happening to him. If only the stone could tell him of his past, the past that had been forgotten.
The storm outside only seemed to be getting worse. The hard unforgiving rain pounded against the glass windows as the wind slowly began to rock the house back and forth. Small trees were being uprooted and thrown against the small defenseless house. If he had looked outside during the storm, he would have been in absolute awe. The great oak tree which stood near his home was bent over sideways from the strong wind gusts that seemed to be getting stronger and deadlier. Debris was flying everywhere. One step outside would mean death to the unlucky victim. A few small animals who had never known the joy of flying were now sailing through the air, picked up by the strong winds and carried to where ever the wind would take them. For most of them, however, this joyous ride would end with their death. Nevertheless, in amidst all of the hellish weather that was going on outside his somewhat safe haven, he sat quietly on his bed, staring into the deep reaches of the stone, trying to uncover its secret. The stone, however, just laughed at him and his futile attempts at discovering the truth. He flung himself back onto his bed and tried to get some peaceful sleep in the chaotic world.