Dream I
As she slept, she dreamed. She dreamed of many things - hope and love and death, dreams shared by anyone who has a soul to dream them. Most dreams were forgotten even as they concluded, but one was destined to stay with her, if only subconsciously.
She dreamed of faces, familiar yet unrecognisable. She could make out no faces or features, but knew that they were people who should be very dear to her.
Finally, she saw a face she knew. The Pheraean lord, Eliwood. They were walking together, suddenly, in the strange way that dreams switch around, but as it was a dream then it did not matter. They walked and talked a while, and were happy, though she knew not what they said. A sadness came across her, and she was leaving him, and then the faces she should know returned. They surrounded her, welcomed her, and she did not regret, despite that they took her away from her happiness. It was as though with these pink-haired spectres she was finally at home...
The dream ended, and she came away with a smile on sleeping lips... Though she would not remember the dream until events conspired to remind her.