As I stood in the shadow of the magnificent stallion, I felt the horses' body quiver under the power of the voice.

"I see you have met a friend of mine." The figure chuckled.

As if on cue the stallion began to walk towards the figure; it stopped only once to look back at me before walking into the shadow of the tower. I felt the stare of this figure cut right through my bodice and stare straight into my soul.

I slowly began to walk towards him as I heard my name flutter about in the flower scented breeze and as I came upon this figure, I felt his longing voice become stronger and more deafening.

I stopped, hesitant of the figure that lurked in the shadows as his voice began to call to me once more.

"Phantess... Do not fear what you can not see."

I felt as though I was in a trance, like the power of this figures voice was my every breath and every step. I felt a cool hand grasp my quivering hand as the figure pulled me deeper into the shadows. The figure then pulled me close to him; I felt his heart beat in time with my own.

I was powerless... and the scaring thing was... I liked it...

"We meet again." The figure whispered, his hot breath tickling my cheek.

"Can it be? You are the son of whom they speak?" I inquired as I felt his cool touch surround my body.

He was about to speak when I heard voices floating, menacingly on the breeze.

"I must leave now." the figure whispered as he released me and disappeared into the shadows.

"Wait!" I breathed as I heard Adrianna's foot steps become louder and closer.

"There you are! We have been searching everywhere for you!" she cried as she dashed towards me.

I did not turn to her although I could feel her presence. I but stared off longingly into the shadows, waiting for the voice and the figure to return.

"Phantess, what is wrong? My you look awfully pale... Well you always were pale, but you seem a bit shaken. Is everything all right?" Adrianna inquired as she gently touched my shoulder.

Seeing no response, she gently took my shoulders and led me inside. I could not protest nor could I breathe but just a moment before I felt the wind steal it from me.

As we entered the cool air of the dining room, I saw the tyrant, Hilsham, dash towards us.

"YOU FOUND HER!" he cried out.

"Yes..." Adrianna replied, her voice soft as she held my shoulder gently.

"What has happened dearest?" Hilsham asked, confusion raced across his soulless eyes.

"I... I am not sure... perhaps Phantess needs rest for now. She isn't feeling well." Adrianna spoke as she began to lead me to the stairs.

Hilsham hesitantly agreed to this and soon I was back in my room, lying on my bed. My mind raced as thoughts of the mysterious figures flooded into my mind.

Who was he? Was it him? OH! If only Adrianna came just but a moment later... If only...

I lay down in the chilling sunlight and slipped off into an ominous dream.

That dream, so vivid and so lucid that I felt as though I was torn away from the harsh realities of the world and sent to heaven.

"You fear him... You fear the one they speak of. You grow cold... You do not wish what is to come." The figure spoke softly as he held my hand in his own

"My blood has grown cold although the inferno of heat radiates in the air and I only fear of losing you." I replied as I felt his icy hands meet my own.

"I will always be here Mon ange... You need not fear." He spoke, his sapphire eyes shining with concern.

"I... I do not wish to meet him... I fear if I do that..." I said shakily.

"That you will fall in love with him." The figure finished.

I looked up solemnly into his sapphire eyes as he gently caressed my face with his icy fingertips... Those eyes were filled with an odd look of joy and of sorrow... I had never seen such eyes.

"You need not fear what you can not see... You need not fear him." He spoke softly, pushing a lock of hair back behind my ear.

"I do not fear what I can not see... I fear of..." I replied.

"You fear of the pain..." he finished.

I could not reply for my lungs had now refused to take in breath as he gently wiped away a tear that was rolling slowly down my cheek.

"Promise me Mon ange... That you will be brave through this..." he spoke.

"What? Promise to try and love him?" I inquired as I gently took his hand in my own, my eyes flooding with confusion, "I love you."

"You love what you can not have. Now rest Mon ange... Rest." He replied as he slowly faded away into an inferno of pain, misery, and despair... An inferno of loneliness...

I awoke in the early morn; the sun was just peaking over the horizon as I sat up from my bed and cupped my head in my hands. My head throbbed with thoughts and pain as my heart ached and cried in sorrow and loneliness.

It was just a dream... it was just a dream... He would never do that... he would NEVER say THOSE THINGS! Why? Oh God Why am I to be put through such torment?!

"I promise..." I breathed as the sunlight poured into my bed room, revealing a figure sitting in the far corner of my room, next to the ominous mirror.

"Promises?" I heard a gentle voice coo as I pulled the bed sheets slowly off of my weary body.

As my feet touched the cool floor, I felt the heart beat of another as the figure began to walk towards me.

Do not fear what you can not see... I shall keep my promise... I shall keep my promise...