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Some people wonder what their purpose is – they question their dreams and the passion in their heart, but not me – no… I’ve always known – I’ve known since my first breath, since the first time I saw those mesmerizing emerald green eyes – since the first time I saw my love, my Willow in my dreams.
As I lay here staring at this dark gray sky all I can think about is her…those eyes, flawless olive skin…I know when my fingertips touch her for the first time in this life she will feel the energy of my love, the passion I have for her…my touch…my warm, hypnotizing touch. My fingertips ache for the moment they will trace the mark on her wrist… that captivating tattoo of an Ankh – the mark that tells me that she understands that life is eternal…our love is eternal.
I know she must be worried about me, almost eight new moons have passed since I’ve met her in her dreams…I’ve been trying to prove to myself and anyone else who dares to doubt me that I was right…that she’s mine. Not seeing her has only made the dreams of our past more vivid, as if the universe along with this dark, forsaken dimension is mourning for our love, waiting for us to come together as one once again.
There is a sense of ominous foreboding that surrounds the palace. My mother hasn’t looked me in the eye for days, my father’s anxious…I would take the time to wonder why if I had a free thought, but I don’t. Donalt, the most powerful ruler I’ve ever met, the only one in this dimension, is always occupying my time with his random prophecies. I cannot remember a time in my life when he wasn’t just a few feet away – he has told me that I will succeed him, that his throne will be mine. I doubt him. He’s a demon, one that has ruled for over four million years. He’ll never fall…he has a sinister plan. I can feel it. Sometimes… I swear I hear him in my mind telling me what to do – what to say. I fight him with my memories, the ones of my dreams with Willow. My dreams of her are not always pleasant…I know…I know that we have fought and died together over and over, but this life will be different…it’s different because I will not let anything or anyone stop us from being together for eternity – even if that means making a deal with the devil himself. She’s mine.
When I stand next to Donalt, before millions, I see the way they look at me – I see the pleading in their eyes. They want this grey hell to end and think that I will end it for them…I glance from one solemn expression to the next. Smiling…laughter… that is forbidden here, but I let my eyes fall into theirs…I stare into their empty souls and promise them that my time, Willow’s time, is upon us. I promise them that I will stop at nothing to bring her home. What happens after that point is no concern of mine…my purpose is to find her – to harness the power that our passion and love will release.
The Blue Moon that falls on Willow’s eighteenth year…that is when this pain and anger of not having her near me will end. That is when the power will belong to us – when we will be unstoppable.
I was terrified; the summer air blew through my open window as I tossed and turned in bed, lost in a dark dream. I was having one of the bad dreams where I could not feel the people around me; they had no emotion, or even a mood. The same dream had haunted me since childhood, and the heavy weight on my chest was almost unbearable, leaving me with shortness of breath. On top of that, the adrenaline rushing through my body gave way to hair-raising chills.
Being unacknowledged by the people in this place had become normal. They seemed lost in their own personal hell; lines gave definition to their faces, and the world around them was gray. In order to lift the weight from my chest and wake from this horrible hell, I would have to find the one who had called me here, the one I could feel - whom my touch could help.
I made my way through the gloomy street, pushing through others as they walked by in a solemn state. I reached out with all my senses, and could I hear the sound of arguing growing louder; that had to be my way out, and the weight on my chest grew stronger, telling me I was right. Fear began to race through me, though, so I tried calming myself by remembering that they could not see me, that I was a ghost to them.