Glazed Heart

Chapter 1

The Ice Princess

A soft knock on the door that led to the hallway echoed through the room, but the young woman lying on the bed covered with a single white sheet did not stir.

"Princess."

Another knock.

"Princess, it's time to wake up."

Silence answered once more before the door opened slowly. A young woman in around her early 30s entered the room with steps that barely made a sound. Her long, black skirt swished with every measured step she took as her blonde hair bounced in its tight bun above her head with every step she took.

"Princess," she said as she shook the young woman under the covers lightly. "It's time to wake up."

Leila sighed from under the covers. "All right, I'm up," she said grudgingly.

"Shall I assist you, Princess Leilani?"

"No, I'm fine. Thank you, Allie."

"I shall take my leave then," bowed Allie before she left the room.

The young princess looked up to the canopy of her bed before getting up and getting dressed. Her purple, long-sleeved, cotton nightgown lay on the white carpet floor as she put on a red long-sleeved blouse over her white tank top, black leggings, a jean jacket, and brown, low-heel boots.

Leilani stood in front of a tall mirror before she walked to her walk-in closet and grabbed her black school tie. After she finished tying it around her neck, she walked to her vanity and fixed her hair. She brushed her long, light chestnut brown tangled hair with a comb as she recalled her dream from last night...

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She found herself surrounded by tall trees in an unknown forest, in front of her was a cave made out of limestone. She walked tentatively towards it, letting curiosity win over as she peered in. Before she could take a single step inside, a hand grasped her shoulder, preventing her from venturing inside. She turned around alarmed, she thought she was alone. She saw the hand belonged to an old, fragile man, although his hand said he was not. She couldn't see his face and although he spoke in a language foreign to her, she somehow managed to understand and comprehend him, nodding at his words.

The old man, who looked like time had taken its toll on him, wore a thin sweater and pants, despite the cold she felt. He led her inside the cave where the sound of falling droplets could be heard over their soft footsteps. They came into a clearing that consisted of crystals with a small waterfall that cascaded into a shallow pond in the center.

She walked towards the pond, as if in a trance, and took off her boots before she stepped into the clear water. The water, despite its cold appearance, was warm and welcoming to her bare feet. She felt a source of energy emit from it as she closed her eyes and allowed the mystical energy to engulf her completely.

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Leilani put the comb on top of her vanity, her tangled hair tamed for the moment.

She knew what she had seen. She had seen through the eyes of her ancestor. It wasn't the first time she had seen this vision from the past, no, she had seen it many times before. The more she saw it, the clearer it became.

She was a Teller, not to be confused with a Seer. A Teller was a person that had the ability to see into their past lives or the past of others. A Seer was a person with the ability to predict and foreshadow a person's future except their own.