It's Saturday October 21st 2000,

I'm Samantha Simmons and proud to report nothing remotely exciting has happened in

the last week since we destroyed the skins. Actually everyone has tried to return to the

normal teen life. I'm still tutoring Michael and Maria, our midterms are next week so

they're racing to keep up with one another. On the whole nothing disastrous has

happened. I haven't talked to John since he was wigging out on me and Sandie seems to

be on his case wondering what happened. Though she hasn't come to me and asked I

think she knows something's up. But it isn't that complicated whatever John's going

through it doesn't really matter to me. So he's remembering his other life does that mean

I should not live this one. Is my past reflective of this life, I mean honestly does history

really repeat itself?

With the last question in her diary Sam closes the book and hides it in the far wall. Ready for bed she closes the light off and lays down. Right as her head hits the pillow she leaves consciousness and is immersed in Macaria's life.

We see Macaria walking into a large banquet hall, her right arm is locked with Zan's as he escorts her to the party. Behind them trail Vilandra and Rath they are introduced and greeted by Ava. Soon the party picks up and Macaria finds herself in a discussion with a few noble men about the allied army and King Zantar's health. Zan who is with Rath and Larek make their way around the room mingling and talking. Macaria sips her wine and takes in the atmosphere. Behind to her right she sees Kivar making his way over. She makes a beeline to the garden where the cool night breeze extinguishes her claustrophobia. Staring at the four moons that orbit Acheron she catches a glimmer of a figure sitting on Dimaras rock. Kivar who has found Macaria smiles and clears his throat, Macaria sensing it's Kivar just takes a sip of her wine and smiles.

"You found me."

Kivar smiles and leans on a statue of his Grandfather the late king.

"Of course, a beauty such as yourself shouldn't hide out in the garden."

Macaria nods sarcastically taking another sip of her wine and pointing her glass at the figure.

"Shouldn't you be helping your cousin get back to her party?"

Kivar looked to Ava and then back to Macaria. A noise is heard in the small lake below where Ava was sitting as Zan and Larek begin swimming. It seems that Zan has had a few too many glasses of wine and Larek no better is enjoying his lighter mood.

"My sister, has purpose."

Macaria goes to look as Larek is urging Zan to talk to Ava. Startled at what Kivar means she goes to stop Zan but Kivar grabs her hand and turns her around.

"I wouldn't interrupt the meeting."

Macaria shakes her head.

"What is the meaning of this?"

"Just let things happen Princess."

With that Kivar pulls Macaria towards him and looks into her eyes as she struggles to get away from his grasp he grabs her head and brings her lips to his embracing her in a kiss. At first Macaria is in shock and then she tries hitting him to let her go and they break from the kiss. Kivar smiles at her and then to Zan and Ava who are sitting on Dimaras rock together. Zan has seen Macaria kiss Kivar and looks down while Ava watches his every move. Macaria figuring out what Kivar had planned slaps him Kivar just smiles and looks back to Ava and Zan. Macaria watches as well as the two quietly talk.

"I'm sorry about everything that has happened."

Zan nods and keeps his eyes on the lake below them.

"So am I."

They sit in silence for a while Ava smiles at Zan's pensiveness she's always admired him and finally he's paid her some attention.

"Why are you here instead of enjoying your party?"

Ava shrugs.

"Why are you drunk and swimming, who knows why we do anything."

Zan nodds, "I'm here to find a wife."

Ava's heart begins to beat rapidly.

"Well a party is the best place to find one I suppose."

Zan nods and looks up at Ava there's still a lingering tear he hadn't noticed that she was crying when he sat down to talk to her. He lifts his hand and wipes it away.

Ava moves her face into his hands he pulls away realizing what he's doing.

"I'm sorry, I." Ava nods. "I know I can never be her, I can never have that place in your heart. But I do love you and I know I can be good for you as a match."

Zan nods and takes her hand, he leans in and kisses her coldly on the lips and then smiles as he pulls away.

"It's settled then let me talk to your father."

Ava nods and the two make their way back to the party.

Macaria moves back to the hall and watches as Zan talks with the King and the two make the announcement of their union. Macaria finishes her wine in one swoop as Kivar leans in and whispers in her ear.

"It looks like there's going to be a wedding my dear."

He touches her back lowering his hand inching Macaria breaks free of him and finds her way to congratulate Zan.

The way back to Antar was quiet Macaria sat on one side with Zan quietly thinking of Anassa as Rath and Vilandra ignored one another and talked with the servants. When they reached the castle it was bustling with the news. The Queen greeted the party with both sadness and joy on her face.

"Zan your father must see you right away."

Zan looked to Macaria and then to Vilandra the whole group followed Zan and the Queen to the King's chambers while Zan walked in the Queen looked to her children.

"I'm afraid he's not going to make the night."

Vilandra let out a soft whimper and her Mother grabbed her hand tight to hold her steady.

"As soon as he heard the news of Zan's engagement he smiled and then collapsed."

Vilandra nodded as Macaria and Rath exchanged looks and stood stoic. Inside the King's chambers Zan approached his dying father cautiously.

"Come closer my son."

Zan was now at the foot of his father's bed kneeling at his side.

"I heard you are to marry the Princess of Acheron."

Zan nodded. "Yes Father"

The King's face lit up and he smiled.

"Good, I can rest in peace."

Zan shook his head, "No father I still need you."

But the King smiled and shook his head.

"Please leave me son I love you but I need the Queen now as I leave this world to the next."

Zan nodded and left his father the Queen went into the room and all fell silent. A few moments later the King was dead. Macaria left to her chambers the night had been long too long and she craved rest. As she was settling in she herd a knock. And then a voice it was Rath. The knock grew louder until it woke Sam up.

She couldn't tell where it was coming from but the knock sounding like it was her balcony. When she looked over her heart jumped into her throat out in the rain was Michael. Michael looking into Sam's room trying to wake her up at, three in the morning.

Sam got up confused and opened the door for him, he walked in and shook off the rain from his spiky hair.

"Hey, did I wake you?"

Sam grabbed her robe and put it on her she went to her closet and grabbed a beach towel and threw it at Michael.

"It's three a.m. and you're asking me if you woke me up?"

Michael dried off his leather coat and let it dry on Sam's chair.

"I had a dream and wanted to know I it was real."

Sam sat down on one of her sofa's Michael sat on her bed.

"Okay so what was the dream about?"

Michael nodded and scratched his right eyebrow. "Us."

"Us?"

Michael nodded, "You were Macaria, I was Rath, and we were together."

Sam stood up and paced slightly.

"This is embarrassing."

Michael stood up and tried to talk to her.

"No it's not this is good right I mean I can remember smells and feelings and I can see things clearly. When they're about you."

Michael stopped Sam from pacing and the two caught each other's gazes. Michael not caring about anything else bent down and kissed Sam. The two stood in each other's embrace for what seemed like an eternity. Then Sam pulled away. Michael reflexively took a step back.

"Now I remember getting hit after that."

Sam smiled and looked down.

"Yeah, Michael you should go."

Michael looked out there was a storm that was in full gear.

"It's raining."

Sam looked around her room and then smiled.

"Fine."

She grabbed her sleeping bag from the closet and handed Michael a pillow.

"See ya in the morning."

She laid back down hoping Michael would just go to bed. And he did he laid down and they both fell asleep. With no dreams but of each other.