I don't own anyone! Yay! Hey, I'm not supposed to –yay-
Lynette was having an abnormal dream, about visiting her grandparents home in the heavenly realms.
It was a bright sunny day, which was weird because it was midwinter. She walked around, pleasant sunny ness giving her a tingly feeling on her skin. "Where am I?" she wondered aloud.
Surprisingly, her question was answered by a voice in the sky. "You are in the realms of the gods." Said a disembodied masculine voice. Now Lyn was thinking that it was no longer a dream.
"Uhm, and who was that?"
"I am Fate. You are Lynette Salmalin, are you not?"
"Yes. Yes I am. Why am I here? Why did you bring me here?"
"I did not bring you here. You came on your own. Now, what brings you here?"
"Sir, could you please come out? It is weird talking to somebody you cannot see. For all I know, I could be facing my back to you." Lyn said, showing great confidence.
"Good." Said the voice, sounding pleased. "Most people who came here generally are too dazed to ask anything. They walk and talk like idiots, and make belief that they have some great destiny." Now, Lyn had a weird feeling that it sounded more like a kid. "Turn around. I am behind you."
Lyn rolled her eyes. She was expecting that, but it was pretty irritating. She turned to see a young man who was wearing a blindingly white shirt and brown breeches. His skin was a golden tan and his hair was cut to just above his shoulders. He had bright blue eyes and a soft mouth, showing gentleness and a stubborn chin.
"Hullo, don't mind me saying this, you don't look like fate." Lyn said outspoken.
The man grinned. "You're right. I'm not fate, I'm his son. So, what are you doing here?"
Lyn grinned. "I really don't know. Sorry. One moment, I was asleep, the next, I was here. So, you can call me Lyn. Lynette is too long."
"Well, you can call me Jasson. How, do you intend on getting home?" he asked in a baritone voice.
"I wouldn't know. I have relatives here, could you help me get there?"
"Sure, no problem." He answered with a smile.
I know I know, too much smiling right? Review and complain. Flames will be used to toast marshmallows, so don't bother. If you don't like this twist, tell me, I'll try to rewrite. Plus, I know some of you think this is a copy from Providence Smiles, but it will change. I do admit, I took the basic idea from it.