Walking through springtime dreams:

I didn't know where I was.

There an amazing sight in front of me, engulfing my whole being. An inmense sensation of peace took over me, even if I was ignorant of my current location.

There was wet sand under my feet; tickling against my skin, and I wasn't wearing anything, anything at all. Warmth spread across my flesh and I felt like I had just got home.

The gentle ocean greeted me, I thought, waves caressed my ankles and the sun kissed my face. Music sounded in the background; the sky was painted in blue, red and orange, and everything seemed to be perfect.

Music. Violins. A flute. A piano.

I didn't particulary like classical music, truth to be told, but the melody was all too sweet, it's enchanting, decadent rhythm too sensual to resist.

It somehow reminded me of my sibling, Kanon.

The whole place did.

I lowered myself to my knees, and smiled delightedly when the water hit my chest, cool and soothing as ever.

I closed my eyes.

I recognized this place; it was where I was born. I was only a child when Kanon and I ran around, together, laughing, chasing eachother; before darkness took our our lives and separated us for years, making us hate eachother with burning passion.

I opened my eyes, once again.

And all I could see was Saori and my twin, smiling at me.

She was dressed, and so was he.

She, with her white gown, and her hair, falling freely down her back, her long skirt floating in the liquid surrounding them.

And my brother, in his training clothes, behind her, his lips curled upwards into a sincere, half hearted smirk.

I spoke their names, and they seemed to reply, but, as so their lips moved, their voices fell into silence.

You promised me, Saga...

"I know! I know. Where can I find you?"- I demanded.

And the beach was replaced, then, by cars, and asphalt. The music became louder, more franctic, and it pierced my ears with the strenght of one of Milo's Scarlet Neddles.

A City appeared, then, in front of my widened eyes. Vehicles, lights, everywhere, buzzes, all mixing with the violins, the piano... Was that the Fujima Mountain?

I wasn't sure I could take it anymore.

And then, horrofied, I saw a dark room, only iluminated by the moonlight slipping from the window, bathing the figure of my Goddess, my lover, my life in pure silver glow. Her stomach was swollen, and I could easily tell that she was in pain.

Is that...?

In Zeus' name, she was pregnant. Was it mine? Or it was Bohemer's?

My heart skipped a beat, when an action of hers' caught my immediate attention, yanking me away from my musings.

She had taken a dagger, between her hands, and, quickly, sank it's sharp end in her abdomen, letting a pool of blood escape from the newly inflicted wound.

And then, I just screamed my lungs out.