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Ok, UNLIKE the Fruits Basket Fan fic, Aurora desided to just start from her dream sequence. So... yeah. Also it might take a while to load up Chapter 4 because we are both at camp for that time. So... YEAH! ENJOY
Chapter Two
Aurora's PoV
I sat on a rock next to a river, for some reason.
"What the hell...?" I wondered aloud. In my hand was a large wooden bow. I admired the craftsmanship, and then noticed...these weren't my hands. I mean, they moved when I told them to move, but the fingers were too long and graceful...too delicate...to be my own. I sighed, looking down at the calm water.
"HOLY SHIT!" I exclaimed, jumping off the rock and looking into the water. I looked like me, but...I didn't look like me...my face was ovalistic, as opposed to round, and my features were sharper and more refined. My hair was the same color, still brown with red tint and blonde hints and whatever else the hell is in it, but it was long, soft, and thin, not the regular frizzy tangled mess I'd learned to tame.
I turned at a sudden noise behind me. There was a drow standing there, looking oddly familiar...wait...a drow...? My heart was beating ten times as fast as was healthy as he approached me.
"We'd wondered where you'd gotten to." he said. My jaw would've dropped if I had any control over my body or my voice. Unfortunately, I didn't.
"Sorry, Drizzt..." I mumbled, following him as he turned and walked into the dense forest.
Holy Shit... I found myself thinking. This is one screwed up dream...
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My eyes fluttered open as I found the dream fading from the edge of my senses. I glanced around the ceiling of my room for a second, before noticing that it wasn't there. Instead was the sky.
Well that's helpful... I thought. Now I know exatly where I am.
I sat up, rubbing my head and blinking back at the snow. I hate snow, it always hurts my eyes. I mean, I know it hurts everyone, but I have naturally sensetive eyes. Always have. So anyway. I glanced at my surroundings, then saw a dark figure a few feet away.
"K--Kayly?" I mumbled, crawling over. It didn't...look like Kayly...this person had ebony skin, flowing white hair, and...well...something else Kayly didn't have...I don't know. It was a drow. But the eyes...were definately Kayly's. I tapped her on the shoulder.
"Kayly? What're you holding?" I asked cautiosly, trying to get a look. She didn't answer, didn't even look at me, just held it out.
"Guen..." she murmered finally as I took it from her.
"Either you've become an overnight onyx carver or something is seriously wrong here." I replied, inspecting it closely. She raised her eyebrows.
"I don't think I carved it, Rory." she said flatly. We sat in silence, staring at it for a while, then I spoke up.
"What do you say we see if it's real?" I asked, a mischeivious glint in my eye. She merely gaped at me, her mouth open.
"You're kidding." she replied, shaking her head.
"Would I joke about Guenhwyvar, my single most favorite character?" I replied. Sometimes, my cousin's blonde moments amaze me.
