A/N: Just to give you a "heads up", Dio is eleven in this story.

What is a dreamer?

Is it the same as being a protagonist?

One who believes in good promise?

A dreamer can be anyone, and does anything for a good cause…like a hero.

But where does it begin? How does it start?

Perfect day; the sky was a beautiful blue and the clouds were so white and puffy, one could jump on it safely without fail. The young guild scion raced his guardian and best and only friend down the runway, with wide open arms as if they were flying and laughing like there weren't a care in the world. They whizzed by a few of the ship's crewmembers almost knocking them off balance due to the heavy machinery they were carrying.

Suddenly, the young scion stopped dead in his tracks. He was so terrified of what was confronting him; the Maestro, his older sister, Delphenea. Slyly smiling, she held out of her hand what seemed to be a small hair wrap, the kind he was to wear when he got older. The young one drew back, and tried to run away, but something was holding him back.

"Come dear brother, your future awaits." Delphinea said sweetly, as she pulled her scrambling sibling into her embrace.

"No! Let me go!" He cried. "Please!"

"LUCIOLA!!!!"

I awoke short breathed and in a cold sweat. I could feel my heart beating almost out of my chest as I tried to breathe. I looked over to Luciola's bed; it wasn't slept in. I felt my level of anxiety rise, as I realized Luciola was not there to comfort me.

"Luciola." I called, but not loud enough for Luciola or anyone to hear…or so I thought. "Oh where are you when I need you?" I asked the air which would have been Luciola if he were standing there in front of me.

Worried thoughts plagued my head, as I got to my feet. Did something happen to him? I had to go investigate. "Luciola is supposed to be here to protect me." I said to myself. "But it seems that he needs me right now."

Suddenly, the door slowly opened. I was hoping it was his Luciola but unfortunately, it was his older brother Cicada.

"Prince Dio, the Maestro wishes to see you."

I gulped to hearing those words. I could feel my lungs constrict tighter and tighter as I followed Cicada out of my room and down the hall.

"What does she wish to see me for Cicada?" I asked. I knew and had the feeling that the answer wasn't going to be what I hoped for.

"That is not for me to say. That is for you and the Maestro to discuss."

I folded my arms in a pouting gesture. "You know, you don't have to listen to whatever my sister tells you."

You know, since Mother and Poppa died during the earlier years of the war, Delphenea has always been a pain in my side; when she was my age, she would always bug Mother and Poppa about ruling the Guild…even the world. (She always had that dictator spirit.) They always seemed to be afraid of her, so they'd appease by saying "When you're older, you can do whatever your heart's desire." Feh! A bunch of lies! How could they just stand there and fill her head with thoughts of something we're all were going to regret?

With a scowl on his face, Cicada deeply exhaled trying to keep his patience.

"You've got some nerve." I heard him mutter under his breath.

As we continued down the hall, deeper and darker the walls became-like some mysterious area no one was supposed to enter. This was my sister's courtroom; dimly lit only by the light of the blue sky. I never understood why my sister never liked the light. Maybe she was afraid of tanning that ivory skin of hers?

Finally we stopped at the grand doors. They were huge ivory doors painted with intricately golden designs. Those doors have always given me the creeps. One night I had a bad dream about those doors. I was afraid they were going to open up and suck me in or something—I don't know. But every time, I'd have these dreams they seem to get more mysterious and scary. I wonder if this will affect me in the future?

Cicada was the first to enter; he slowly opened the large heavy doors that were to lead me to the one person I did not want to talk to; at times, she can be such a "Drama Queen".

"Maestro, as you've requested, I have brought the Prince to see you." Cicada announced.

He then turned to me; staring down at me without a word—a "good luck" or anything. But that was okay. I didn't like him anyway and neither did Luciola… and they're brothers!

I watched him leave, the huge doors closing behind him protecting him on the other side; somewhere I wish I were right now.

She sat there on the throne in a prideful manner …Poppa's throne! Showy but in an elegant way like she were the ruler of the world or the heavens. With fan in hand, she held it in front of herself concealing her beauty—uh, not that I'm saying she's pretty or anything! She's ugly…to me anyway. She beckoned me to come forward; I frowned and gritted my teeth. Why must I be so obedient?

"Oh Dio? Why don't you come over and sit next to me." She instructed, not once removing the fan from her face.

I slowly walked towards her, thinking of only one thing…WHERE THE HECK IS LUCIOLA? I finally reached the throne (which was about 9-10feet away) and reluctantly sat down next to her; I of course sat inches away from her.

"Oh come now little brother, why so avoidant? Come, stand right here next to me where I can see you." She said. Oh why'd she had to say that!

I did so, standing exactly next to her on the left side; men on the left, women on the right (that's what Poppa taught me when he was alive). It was some sort of a custom according to royalty or something… something I really didn't care too much about.

She reached over, and grabbed for my hand and held it in hers for a while. I become a bit nervous, for she looked at me and smiled; she was planning something. I don't know what, but she was planning something.

"You know what would look really great on you?" She said as she moved to my head, playing with my hair. She stared at the gold ornament attached to the braid. She then looked at me." I stepped back a bit wanting what was being invaded: my personal space.

"Oh … sorry … I know how much you hate that." She said.

I don't hate it; it's just her.

"Anyway," She continued. She was now holding something up—somewhat suspending it in midair. "Do you know what this is?"

I felt my stomach drop. It was the thing she was holding in my dream! It was black, and had a red ribbon tied to it to keep it in place. It was beautiful yet terrifying.

"It's a new hair ribbon. Doesn't it look absolutely gorgeous?" Suddenly, she paused and looked at me straight into my hazel eyes. "Don't you think?"

I nodded, lying to my sister. She didn't know I was lying to her; I was always honest to her…so she thinks. My parents always taught me to be honest with everyone, that way when I become the Maestro, people will trust me. Well, my father is dead (rest his soul), and I'm not and will never become the Maestro, so that little lesson expired; the only person I'll only be honest with is Luciola.

"Would you like to try it on?" She asked, pushing the thing towards me. I felt my lungs constrict once again, as parts of the dream returned to me.

"Um … m-maybe later." I said; I know I'm going to regret that someday. One day, that answer is just come back and hit me where it hurts the most. "Can't wait." I said to myself sarcastically.

"So, is that all you wanted to talk to me about Maestro?" I asked.

"Oh Dio, you don't have to call me that. You're my brother! You can call me what you always call me." She said

"Sister?" I said; of course that's not what I always called her. I could think of a few names to call her all right.

"Right!" She answered, as she placed her forefinger right on the mark on my forehead.

About that mark, it's supposed to be a symbol of initiation to adulthood. Personally, I think it's a third-eye or something resting on its side. I wish it wasn't there. That's why I keep my bangs so long… so I won't see it; it's disturbing cause every time I look at it, I'm afraid it may just blink.

"Is that all Sister?" I asked, almost begging her.

"No."

"WHAT! What is it you need?" I asked. I could feel my voice rise; every bit of my nervousness was amusing her.

"Nothing silly, I just want a hug." She answered. She opened her arms out, ready to embrace me.

Just to please her, I moved over and reluctantly accepted her embrace. I could feel her heart beating, which mad me feel uneasy. I pulled back; I was ready to leave.

"Go on and have fun now Dio!" She instructed playfully.

Not wanting to turn back to answer, I ran out of there as fast as my legs could take me. I ran all the way back to my room and locked the door. With my back pressed up against it, I let out a deep sigh of relief; I was sure glad it was over.

Note: This is only Part one…part two will be posted up later when it's finished.