• Sixteen years later…


    A man in all black clothing rushes through the city. His steady strides echo off the walls all around him, his breathing is heavy. At times, you cannot tell him from the shadows. His black hair falls away from his face and she sees his royal purple eyes. Taking a leap, he landed on a roof. Reaching into his cloak, he brought out a bundle of silk clothes. Not did she hear a cry come from the bundle did she realize it was a baby. The man said words she could not hear. The air got cooler and he tucked the quiet baby back into his warm cloak. Jumping from the house, he ran again.

    Reaching the manor where she lived, he opened the gates and rushed up the drive. He reached the large front doors and silently crept inside. Walking upstairs with the baby in his arms, he opened the room to her old nursery. Laying the baby in the crib, his eyes started to tear up. He placed a kiss on the sleeping infants head, then headed toward the door. Before he closed the door, he said, “Goodbye, my Anya.” as a tear slowly rolled down his cheek. Turning the corner, he disapeared into the night and out of the baby's life.

    Sitting up in bed, I opened my eyes with a gasp. That is the fifth dream this weak; all have the same man in the same man in them, all about the same thing. Looking at my alarm clock, I saw that it was five thirty. Only thirty minutes earlier than usual. I might as well just get breakfast while I’m up.

    Grabbing a robe, I went down stairs and walked into the kitchen. “Morning Miss Anya.” Said the cook with a smile as she poured some orange juice into a glass and set it on the table in front of a plate of food. “Thank you Selena.” I said as I started to eat. Selena made the best food anywhere in the world, and she would only cook for Anya’s family.

    When my plate was clean, Selena made me go upstairs to prepare for school. Putting a pair of jeans and a long sleeved shirt on, I combed my long sliver hair and pinned it up. I had never cut it and didn’t think I would. Grabbing a coat, I walked out the door and down the drive to the gates. Outside the manor grounds, I walked toward the bus stop, met by my best friend and a few others.

    “Must we wait in this frigid place? Can we not get a warmer alternative?” she said as I walked up. “Hello Miss Drama. So are you practicing for the play?” I asked with a smile. “Oh ha-ha. Make fun, but when I’m on Broadway-” “When you’re on Broadway, I’ll be keeping the place in business.” I said and laughed when she gave me a dirty look.

    The bus screeched to a halt in front of us and the bus driver opened the doors. A blast of warm air welcomed me and I was handed a donut as I walked toward the back seats. Sitting in the seat above the heater, I munched on the plain glazed while I pulled a note book out of my bag. I sketched another drawing down and realized it was the man from my dreams.

    “Love the drawing, but it’s a little darker than what you usually create.” Said Cam peering at the note book. “Yea I know. I’ve been having a dream about him lately, and it’s always the same thing, he brings me to the manor and puts me in my old nursery, then leaves saying good-bye to me. But it has to be at least sixteen years ago because I was a baby.” I explained.

    She gave me a sympathetic glance as the bus pulled to a stop in front of the school and the bus driver yelled for every one to get off.