Chapter Two: Lost in Thought, Lost in Blackness

I looked around the small meadow I came into. It wasn't Edward and Bella's meadow; it was irregularly shaped, and plain and somewhat muddy. There was a log I had lifted across the center. Dark and damp, the moss was probably very slippery. I sat on it anyways and went to my thoughts that stung me like wasps.

The green of the forest was usually very restful. It was alien-esque, but in a good way. Really, the truth was that here I was the alien. Not like anyone cared.

Not like anyone knew to care.

I hated keeping secrets. I had too much danger surrounding me everyday, though. I can't reveal it to anyone; for fear that they might be put in danger, too. I hated my life so much, I just wanted to curl up and stare at the wall so I wouldn't have to pretend all of the time.

Really, there were so many things I couldn't do because of my powers. Dreaming, for one. I've done that before, with disastrous consequences…

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Flashback

Two years before

I awoke to a cold blade pressed to my neck.

"One move and I slit your throat."

I gasped. The accent was quite clearly foreign, but none that I have ever heard before.

"My name is Inigo Montoya. I do not know where I am, but I will kill you to find answers."

Oh, that figures. The accent was Florin's own. Interesting. But the point was, how had he gotten here? He was a character in the Princess Bride. The only chance he had of getting here was if I had brought him, but when I last jumped, nobody came with me.

"When did you get here?"

I could feel his blade press tighter. "A few minutes ago."

While I was asleep? But that was not possible, unless I had brought him in my sleep. I rarely curse, but several words I would not repeat were running through my mind at that moment.

I searched my mind for the power, and then summoned it. I created a portal less than an inch behind me, hoping it would work.

A flash of light, and Inigo was gone- without his dagger, which fell heavily on the bed beside me. I picked it up, feeling the weight. It was a triangular shape- a three sided Florinese dagger. Wow.

I pressed a flat side to my wrist briefly, feeling the power of it. The sharpness.

I pulled my legs out from beneath my sheet and hesitated. Was that metal on my floor? I reached down, and my fingers met a few small items. A ring, a coin, a sheath for the dagger. I looked by the moonlight and saw a sword. A six finger sword.

I gasped as I unsheathed it. Even in the dim light of the moon, it was dazzling. Liquid grace, really.

I went to my closet. The dress from my time in The Princess Bride still hung there, emerald silk and grand. The leather belt was soft, and the place for a dagger and a sword was empty. I never had a need for one.

I slipped the weapon into it, completing the vision of a fighting woman's dress.

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I contemplated how close I was to death that night. One flick of the wrist and my blood would be spilled upon the golden sheets of my small bed. That wasn't particularly a good thing.

However dangerous it was, though, I could never bring myself to regret that night, though. My family was easily the most important thing in my life, so if I had not gotten that opportunity to learn of my weakness, they may have died. I would never have been able to live with myself if that happened.

So now I couldn't dream. Dreams opened the portals I created, and whether I brought heroes or villains, it was simply too dangerous. Now I was more alone than ever. I didn't realize how much I valued my precious dreams until they were gone.

I had also lost my friends. I was so constantly guarded for so many years, whole days would be spent in near silence from me. I couldn't afford to reveal anything to anybody.

I took out my notebook that I always carried with me.

Being made of cold, hard stone

Makes you shy away from warmth

Makes you alone

When your heart is made of granite

Makes you think you're strong

You don't have any regrets

But you're so wrong

I have so many regrets.

The thunder pulled me out of my reverie. That wasn't possible, though! It was cloudy, but it didn't come from the sky. It was from… right in front of me.

Oh. My. Gosh. I could guess what it was; I was quick witted, so it was easy to tell what it was, even if not who.

A wolf ran right into the meadow, screeching to a halt right in front of me.

I couldn't help it, but it just happened. Really, I wasn't used to a shock like this. I couldn't deal.

I felt it coming before it did, so it was no great surprise when the blackness claimed me. I had fainted dead away.

………

"Do you remember this?" I ask Jacob.

"Hmm?" He looks up from another book of poetry I had compiled. I had to laugh. The serious expression was so opposite from what I was used to from him.

"When we first… met. How I had fainted." I flushed lightly. My skin was bone pale, so the pink was probably foreign to him as he studied my face.

He laughed. "How can I forget?"

I joined him: bass and soprano, in perfect harmony with each other. Just like us.