A/N Ok, I may have misinformed you a little. That wasn't the total end. Just the end of the curse, and technically the end of the story. But of course, there is an epilogue! I would never ever end a story like that! I am glad you are all polite etc. but seriously, if someone ended a story like that I would kill them! Can I please have honest reviews now? I'm braced and ready! And I hope you are all going to re-read this when summer comes and I re-write it, because there will be some significant changes!

Dreams can seem so real sometimes that you will remember them for life. An experience can seem so unreal that you hope it is a dream. But what happens when the two merge? The unreal and the real, together in a way no one could ever imagine. But imagination is the only way for that to happen, isn't it?

Calla Gordon, author of the international best-seller, Beauty and the Beast, sat on a plane to L.A for the last date of her world tour. Her fingers tapped nervously on the arm of the seat, probably annoying her neighbour. She had been to what seemed like a million different destinations in the past three months, promoting her book, signing copies and answering questions from fans. Fame had come quickly, soon after she had finally managed to get her book published.

It was true, she had never actually wanted to be an author, but she had never really wanted to be anything in particular. But one night she had dreamed of a tale so beyond anything she had ever thought of before, and no matter how much she had tried to forget it, it kept repeating itself. All through sixth form the story had come to her at night, nearly every night though not quite. It permeated into her brain so it was impossible for her to forget. So she decided to write it down, as you do. This turned out to be a lot harder than she had imagined, describing the things she saw in her mind, the feelings she felt as well as trying to add what she imagined the other characters felt. It was a hard but enjoyable task. And yes, there were other characters in this tale. A boy named Adam and an enchantress, Kairos, a real enchantress with magical powers.

She had changed her own name, using the second part of her double barrelled name, Rose. But the others she kept the same, it wasn't as if someone could sue her, they were simply people from a strange and peculiar dream. After she had written the story down, she went through the much less enjoyable task of editing. The whole process took her till she was twenty, four whole years since the first time she had dreamt of the ancient curse. Then it was only the matter of finding a publisher. Many turned her down, saying the story was good but just not really what was popular now. Eventually she found someone willing to give her a chance, and somehow, overnight she was a huge success. Everyone wanted a copy of Beauty and the Beast, the new fairytale, with a perfect, picturesque ending.

It was six months since first getting published that she was asked to do a world tour, and of course she accepted. It seemed like a dream come true to travel the world when she was only twenty-one. Her friends had been totally envious, but pleased for her as well. Strangely, since the dream she had changed. She had used to be aloof, keeping her distance from the people at sixth form. But afterwards she felt confident in herself, enough to attract a close group of friends. Most of them had gone to University while she had stayed in her little town to write, but they stayed in contact. Since the dream she had also felt closer to her mum, and it had been more of wrench than expected moving out into a small flat.

A job in a bookshop/café had supported her then, but now there was no money worries. It was weird to feel actually rich. Right then she was even travelling first class, something she had never imagined. The pilot spoke then, pulling her out of her revere, telling them to fasten their seatbelts for the landing.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, I am pleased to welcome CallaGordon to our shop. Now please be seated, you will have the chance to ask any questions in a moment. Then you can get your copies signed. Calla, over to you," the American shopkeeper introduced her. There was a pretty big crowd here, but plenty of space had been cleared and she stood up on the small stage with confidence.

"Well, hi. I hope you're all ok, and thanks for coming out to see me. It's still a bit weird to be honest." she paused, "shall we just start with your questions and see where it leads?" she scanned the audience, a lot of whom had their arms raised. Most were teenagers, and she could tell a lot were parents, dragged along by their children. But there were some people her age, and older. "Your question, in the red jumper?"

"Hi, I loved the book," a young teenage girl said, "I was just wondering whether you were thinking of writing a sequel, or any other books."

"I'd love to," Calla said honestly, "But I would need an idea first, I think a sequel is out, the ending was pretty final. Another book I'd be interested in though. I hope that answers your question. Hi, er, girl in the blue."

The questions went on like this, Calla stumbling over what to name her audience, their questions that she had heard a million times before, and her pre-rehearsed answers. Not one question was one where she had to think on her feet.

"Ok, last question, then signing." Calla said, with a smile, after seeing a sign from the shop manager. "Erm..." her eyes searched the raised one last time, one guy stood out. He was around her age, and male so a complete contrast to the other questioners. He was wearing square glasses and writing in a notebook. She guessed he was some sort of journalist. "You there, in the glasses?"

He smiled, and asked, "So where did the idea for Beauty and the Beast come from?"

Calla resisted the urge to sigh. How fooled she had been by his appearance, the question was no different to all the variations she'd heard all over the world. "Well, actually I dreamt it. Weird I know, but when I was sixteen I had you know, a recurring dream which was basically the story. Although obviously it's been through vast editing, but that's how simple it was. I'm just waiting for another dream to write my next one," she said with a fake laugh. The audience laughed along too. She noticed the guy hadn't written down her answer, but was looking at her with a frown. He took off his glasses and looked even closer at her. She raised her eyebrows automatically and her mouth creased into a ok-what-are-you-doing smile.

"Well, thank you very much Calla, there'll be a short break and then the signing will begin," the manager said, ushering her off stage. He took her back behind the shop and gave her a glass of water. Then he took her to a desk, with a line of pens and a line of customers. She sat down and flexed her fingers, ready for the hours of boredom that was to come.

Hours later, finally finished, she walked out of the book shop to a chemist, buying a box of plasters for her blistered fingers. That was the price of being a famous author. Swollen fingers.

"Calla?" She span round, expecting to see her assistant, or driver. But there was the guy from the store, who had asked the last question. He walked up to her, she noticed he was quite good looking. She mentally kicked herself for noticing such things. Her last boyfriend had broken up with her a week into her tour, saying they didn't spend enough time together. More like she hadn't asked him to go with her, but that was life, and she wasn't all that cut up about it.

"Hello... another question?" She hadn't developed the hardened author answer of, 'the signing ended five minutes ago, you'll just have to wait till next time'.

"I just wanted to ask..." He was standing in front of her now, she widened her eyes and gave a small smile, waiting for him to finish his sentence. She found herself looking into a pair of green eyes. "I wanted to know whether you remembered me or not?"

Calla stepped back, eyebrows furrowed. At the sight of his eyes her mind had flashed back to the last scene of her dream. She shook her head, thinking herself stupid, "No, sorry, I've never been to America."

"I just..." He held out his hand, "My name's Adam, Adam Smith."

Her hand paused in mid-air, it was a common enough name, that's why she'd kept it in the book. It was a weird coincidence but nothing more. "Wow... what a coincidence." She said, dropping her hand, then lifting it again and shaking his as it was still outstretched. Then a weird thing happened. As their palms touched both felt an electric shock spread up their arms and their eyes widened, locking on each others'. Then they saw scenes familiar to both, of a castle, an ancient curse, an enchantress- and each other.

Calla found herself back in the courtyard of the mansion, the fountain was tinkling and the sun shone brightly. Nothing that had passed seemed real... but neither did this. She closed her eyes, basking in the sunlight. When she opened them a figure was standing by the fountain. He was around her age, with blonde hair. She walked towards him as if in a dream. He turned to her and she looked deep into his green eyes.

"Adam?"

He broke out in a smile, "You still recognise me then."

"Of course," she smiled too.

"It doesn't seem real does it?"

"No..." They were standing in front of each other now. "It did all happen didn't it?"

"I think so..."

They stood there, just looking at each other, as if for the first time. Which it was for Calla. "Thank you," Calla said.

"It should be me thanking you, you saved me."

"You saved me too." He smiled, and leaned down, slowly, uncertainly. Then their lips met.

"Adam?"Calla said, as the vision broke. "It can't be... you?"

"Don't you recognise me?" He replied, with the same smile.

"It wasn't real though,"

"How do you know what is real and what isn't. Perhaps it was. Or perhaps it wasn't and we both just had the same dream. Which seems more likely?" The now twenty-three year old Adam said.

"Perhaps we should go for a coffee or something?" Calla replied.

"I'd love to."

A/N ok. I hate the end of this, but that is the end. This and the last chapter I absolutely abhor, but... I needed to get it finished. But, the summer re-write shall bring a whole new ending so I hope you all re-read. Please review now with total honesty, I really don't mind, I need criticism so I know how to do it better, tell me all the thinks you didn't like (and maybe some stuff you did) so I can improve for next time. This is a full story review, so tell me your over all impression. And don't worry, I know how bad the end was. And by the way, if I get any reviews of a couple of sentences or "that was good" I will hunt you down and make you tell me more. Anything welcome, but with reasons, not just "I hated it" either. Thanks!

p.s sorry for any typos but I hated this so much I couldn't bear to read through it, bad I know but hey.