Serenity

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Starfyre

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Eyes of the deepest, most beautiful silver peered in at them through a snow-fogged window. The figure had been watching Sarai and Serenity the entire time. If the two were to look through it, they would only see a hood cloaking its features and a warm, silver and purple-trimmed robe covering its body. With the hood of the robe fully drawn, the figure could have easily passed as druid.

“Soon.” The figure whispered. “Very soon.” The words came in a gentle whisper. It was hard to discern whether they were male or female.

“Return.”

A whisper kissed the figure’s ears. It stepped back from the window before the two could notice. Without a trace or lasting piece of evidence, it disappeared into the flurries of snow. Fate was playing her hand. If there was one thing in this world that was always constant, it was fate. When least expected, she would appear and bring her guidance to those who needed it, just as she had brought the strange robed figure to Sarai and Serenity. They just didn’t know it yet.

Nightfall had come and gone. Serenity nuzzled into her covers. The sun peeked over mountaintops of a strange new place. Her dreams leapt to ones of her world of Corinthia. She saw a robed figure enter a grand room that had marble flooring. Columns of great statues stood everywhere that depicted their past kings, queens and elders. The fireplace was trimmed in white, silver and gold and the fire burned high within it.

“Sire.”

The figure removed her hood. White hair tumbled down in brilliant curls. Serenity could see everything vividly as she dreamed. She could see the brilliant silver eyes of the girl and her distinctly pointed ears that were peeking out of the hair.

“Well?”

A very strong, soothing voice caressed her ears. She knew that voice well. The smooth tone excited her. She turned in her sleep. The robed figure glanced upwards a moment and then back towards the entryway where a very handsome, white haired man stepped through. He wore a crown of platinum and his eyes were just as silver as the woman’s in front of him. It was Silvan! She could see his armor and the etched designs of a dragon enwrapped around an angelic like being. Gods, he made her melt!

“The two have discovered one another sire.“ The woman smiled. “It was a very touching moment to witness.“

Wait! What two? Serenity could see and hear everything. She had had these dreams before but they never mentioned anyone else. She panted in her sleep. A cold sweat formed on her forehead.

“Good. All is going well then. Soon, Veleska… Soon they will come home to us.” Silvan. His armor made no clanking sounds. He was a true identity of perfection in her mind. Leg plates led to folded-down, knee high boots. Gauntlets of the same platinum as the crown adorned the edges of fine leather gloves.

Serenity had drawn him many times but nothing could compare to her dreams. She moaned in her sleep. The sensations of his voice and just looking at him made her shiver. Veleska looked up again and smiled.

“Yes, sire. Soon all will be whole. The sisterhood of the white shall not fail you.” She bowed lightly and stepped away.

“I know, Veleska. Go and hurry to bring that day.” Silvan returned the bow.

He was perfect! Just watching him made her groan again. She longed to hold him. Serenity finally reached out with her arms but gasped. Whatever she had did not feel like him and she didn’t want to wake to see. She would lose her dreams to the day. But she did and her dreams shattered into reality again. Serenity had her arms around one of the posts of her four-poster bed. Groaning, she fell to her side and hid under her pillow. That had been a real mood killer.

“Who am I kidding? No one is coming to get me or my mother.” A hint of despair could be heard in her tone. “No one.” She started to cry. She always cried. She forced herself to get off the bed in attempt to stop her tears from flowing. Her bare feet slid across an old carpeted floor to her desk where pictures of Silvan lay.

“Silvan.” She whispered. “I need you.”

Serenity sat down in her usual spot. Even the smell of cooking breakfast didn’t lure her downstairs. As usual, her mother had brought the tray up the stairs and into her room. She sighed inwardly at the sight of her daughter writing in an old leather bound notebook. Serenity was at it again. She didn’t even notice her mother leave the room. She was absorbed with her writing into her journal.


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January 14.

Dear Silvan,

I dreamed of you again today. As usual, you were as perfect as a baby’s first breath. You spoke of strange things, though. I had never heard you mention anyone else coming home like that before. It could be just me, but my heart told me it was mother and I you were speaking of. It probably wasn’t.

Anyway, I have something else to say. My mother and I finally talked last night. Remember when I said we were like strangers and that I didn’t know if she really wanted me around? I learned she really did love me. I know, I know. She had loved me the whole time but it just hadn’t felt that way.

We were both so caught up in our own worlds. She had her worries, which was I, and I had mine, which was her. Funny how that works out, right? We were both worried about each other and just too scared to say it to one another.

I feel kind of relieved now. My heart feels a little lighter and maybe I just needed to hear it from her that she loved me. I’ve always felt like such a burden after that fight between her and my father. I told you about that a while back. I still remember it very vividly and have nightmares often. You always come save me from them, though.

You’re always there for me, even if it’s only in my dreams and my imagination. Maybe I am cursed to live a world alone like this, where all I have is wishful fantasies. I don’t know. What I do know is that I wish you were real and that I could put a stamp on these letters and send them to you. I wish I could put an address down and know you were seeing them.‘

My heart wishes you were crying just like I was because you weren’t here holding me.

A teardrop made her pause. She looked at it and lightly brushed it from the paper. It left a small wet-stained mark over the words.

Am I stupid for being in love with a dream? You don’t feel like one. That night, I stood before you in the palace ballroom and it had felt as real as my breath. You danced with me and held me close. You said I looked beautiful in my purple and silver gown. Those were your colors. I remember. You said they were the colors that represented you and your future lady.

I could have died in your arms that night and wouldn’t have been happier. But I woke up and the world around me shattered away. I woke to a dismal sunrise and an even gloomier snowy day. I don’t remember if I elected to go to school that day or not. Instead, I think I stayed and drew a picture of you and me together at the ball. ‘

Oh and just so you know, I mean you probably already know, but still, in about four days I will be eighteen officially. In this world that I live in I will be considered an adult. I will probably have to start working to help support mother soon. She can’t keep doing things on her own like this. I won’t forget you, though. I could never forget you. I will always write to you faithfully and always love you. My heart shall never belong to another.

I will grow old and die waiting for a dream. I will wait for you...someday, maybe you will come and claim me and take my mother and me away...to our perfect world of Corinthia.

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Serenity closed the book and sighed. Her day had just begun and she was already miserable. She would nit pick at the breakfast and her mother would find her still looming over her papers. Serenity would barely eat her lunch and her supper probably would pass without event. It was to be another typical day for her. She felt it in her heart and her soul.

She wasn’t the only one to feel it, however. Her mother sat down in front of the fireplace with an old ragged book. The leather cover was coming off but its pages were still welcoming. The words spoke of hope, love and an eternity of happiness. They spoke of things she wished for her daughter and her. This book was her journal.

Inside it were many confessions of hopelessness as well. She couldn’t talk to Serenity about them. She feared if she did that their world would crumble further. Ah! If only something would come along to help them. Sarai wished it every day and evening. The night’s winds would carry her wishes to the unanswering moon and stars. The snow would flurry around her and bring her a dance, yet nothing came.

Helpless. That was the one word she entered into her journal tonight. There was no other word to describe how she felt.

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A/N:This chapter has been Beta-d . I want dreams like that! He’s way cute. I’m already jealous of her. More to come! That plot bunny is hopping like mad in my direction.

Later.


Starfyre