Memories
It was a dream; it was all just a dream. Everything that she had been experiencing the past few days was just a dream, a figment of her imagination. Nothing like what she dreamed up had happened; it was definitely not possible for such a thing to occur. Islands couldn't float in the sky, above the city, and people definitely didn't have long and pointed ears; but then, why? Why did it hurt her so much to deny those things?
Tears started to fill her eyes once again; as she grabbed her sides, a throbbing pain starting in her chest. Doubled over and crying softly, she whispered that name over and over again, as if in desperate prayer; praying for salvation.
"Munto… Munto… Munto!"
It was endless, that name, that tall figure, that face and those deep golden eyes, absorbing that it took in into its depths. They struck her to the core of her very being, asking, demanding, and pleading for her to remember once again. But what were they asking her to remember?
A role; an important role. There was something important about that, about a role. All those images appearing in head had something to do with her missing memories, she felt it; no she knew it. Taking deep, even breaths, she closed her eyes and started to filter through all the images she had been receiving from the depths of her mind. Going through each image slowly, inspecting every little detail she could. There was something within these images that made her feel nostalgic, much like the feeling after waking up from a peaceful dream.
The floating island appeared once again, this time, bits and pieces of it crumbling and drifting down towards the city below. A dark and blurry figure moved about within the dust clouds blowing about, it was moving closer and closer to her. Munto! It was that familiar yet alien person, the one that plagued her mind for the past few days.
"Munto!" She heard her voice call out to the solitary figure before, images of her arms reaching forward, trying to grab onto the young man. "Munto!"
He turned and looked at her, the grim expression that was on his face suddenly disappeared and was replaced by a shocked look. Then, that expression too, faded away to the small smile that graced his face, happiness shone within his beautiful golden orbs. He opened his mouth to speak, but what he said was muted out by her mind.
Yumemi felt herself give the man before a wide smile, tears trailing down her face as her body lurched forward. Somehow she felt what he said at the back of her mind.
"Come, Yumemi."
