The Prophetic Dream

It was always the same. Every night for the past month she had dreamed about it. Or to be more precise, she dreamed about him. She didn't even know who he was. Was he a real person? Was he a figment of her overactive imagination? With this young girl, a priestess who served at the Temple of Life in Doria, you just never could tell which it was. But something about this boy had made her feel funny.

In the dream, the young woman was walking in a black void. Suddenly, she saw a boy with silver hair and violet eyes. He was dressed in a black T-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. The youth couldn't be more than fourteen or fifteen years old. In front of him was what appeared to be a capsule of some sort. As he reached out for it, she could see him begin to writhe in pain. He fell to the floor as if he was dead.

His body dead and buried, yet his spirit rose once more in new and more powerful flesh.-

The words echoed in her mind; startling the youth despite having seen it over and over again for the last month. At that moment, the vision began to change. This time, she could see the boy was the one in the capsule. He wore nothing; bubbles hiding the indecent areas from the priestess's view. But he was still breathing strongly. Then, the capsule began to open. A shadowed figure took the boy and gave him some clothes to wear; a black T-shirt, blue jeans, some leather shoes with green belts on the top, black fingerless gloves, green wrist guards, a leather jacket and belt, and a pair of ragged scarves in both red and white. A piece of each torn scarf was tied around his left leg. Then, the shadowed figure took the boy away with him. The priestess tried to follow, but found out she could never catch up with the two.

Aging but six months in the span of a five year stasis. His memory buried by great tragedy.-

"Tell me," the girl called out, "Why have you sent me this vision, Oh Great Guardian? Who is the boy in the dream? Why is it I who was chosen? I'm not as powerful as my mother. Nor do I know about the world outside the village; only having left it once for the funeral of the Princess." But her calls went unanswered. She stood there in the blackness as it whitened. The dream was over; she was waking up.

S...S

"It's that dream again. Man, and I used to think that it was the fault of Emily. Her sushi definitely was a tad off the first day I had it. Oh well. But what could it mean? That boy…he looked like me. Or to be more precise, a male version of me. I wish that whatever Guardian is asking for my help would at least have the courtesy to be more specific. I should have never got into this line of work," she muttered.

Her name was Jessica Linnea Enduro. She had spent her entire life in the village of Doria with her mother; never knowing her father, only his last name which they shared. Doria was a village built only a generation ago; when her mom was only recently married. It was created by the survivors of the old kingdom of Adlehyde who had lived in persecution following a misunderstanding a millennia ago. They had crossed the deep crevice near Jolly Roger and created their home in the nearby forest. In fact, the late Princess Ekatrina had overseen the building herself; even creating a house that now was being cared for by a friend to give to her daughter later on. The Temple of Life of Oodoryuk was in the center of it.

Being so tied to the Guardians and really in tune with the Elements and their magic, the people of Doria enjoyed many conveniences that humans of our world today do. Only, it was magic that took care of their needs instead of technology. Medical science was highly advanced and saved many lives all the time. A couple could even freeze some sperm or an embryo for later pregnancy using the powers of the Guardians of Life and Ice.

Like her mother, also named Jessica but called Jess for short, the vibrant sixteen-year-old was a priestess who served the Guardian of Life. She knew that after all these dreams she had been chosen to do something by one of the Guardians. So Jessica figured that her mother might be able to help clarify the meaning. She began brushing her knee length silver hair and tying it in a ponytail. Then, she went behind her screen and got dressed. When she came out again, she had on a red T-shirt, leather vest with a pocket on each side, red fingerless gloves, a leather belt, black pants with a flame design from the bottom of each leg to halfway to her knees, and leather boots. Then, she grabbed her black baseball cap with the same design as her pants on the front. She blinked her violet eyes once, then went to her mom.

S...S

Jess was eating her breakfast in her chambers when her daughter came in. She was a woman with long flowing red hair and deep blue eyes. A white robe adorned her body; a deep blue cord serving as a belt. Dark blue ribbon was stitched into the end of her billowing sleeves, and she had on leather boots. Like her daughter, her height was a mere five foot two. While Jessica was born under the sign of Leo, and thus was empowered by fire, she was a woman of the winds who was born under the sign of Aquarius. They were a close, tight nit family. So she could tell that something was bothering the girl.

The fifty year old woman looked towards her child and asked, "So tell me what is the matter. I can see it in your eyes; something is troubling you. Well, if there is a problem then talk to me about it. A mother makes it her job to take care of her children no matter what the sacrifice. I'll help you figure it out."

Jessica sat down by her mother. "For the past month I've been having a strange dream. In it, I am walking in a black void. A boy with looks similar to mine is reaching out to a capsule. He begins to convulse and it appears as if he dies. Then a voice tells me that his body has croaked but his spirit has been reborn into some other one with more power. The scene changes at that time to the capsule. But this time the boy is inside of it. I see it open and a shadowy figure dress him. The same voice then tells me he's slept five years and only aged six months. The shadow takes the boy away and I can't see him."

At that moment, Jess dropped her favorite cup. It shattered into a million pieces. She appeared to be in a trance and horror had set in her eyes. This made Jessica worry; what had upset her mother?

"Mom, speak to me!" the girl called out, "Tell me what is the matter!" She began to shake her in a fit of desperation. Jess never behaved like this. It took her a few minutes to regain her composure again.

"Jessica, there is something that I have to tell you. I may know who the boy in your vision is. It would make sense that if something happened to him you or I would be contacted about it. You see, my dear daughter, you are not an only child; you have an older brother," Jess informed the young woman.

Teefa's Last Words...

The story came out of the fact that I've seen several authors give Jet a sister. However, she is always a supporting character. So I wrote a story where my own variation of his sister is the star. You'll see how interesting she really is soon. And Jess only looks young because of her magical power. It was inspired by this joking comment from an episode of Ruroini Kenshin where Sano believed that the Hiten Mitsurugi style school of swordsmanship must be the fountain of youth b/c Kenshin looked in his early 20's and he was 29, and I forgot how old his teacher was and he looked real young.