@hclianthuss
THE LAST MONTH had been both dreadful and wonderful -- perfectly horrid, if Ana had to describe it. Framed in daylight, she skipped school and was filled with worry for her missing mother. Her concern had even started to affect nature; that was the funny thing about her ‘secret strength’ growing up, as it would change the very environment around them. It was the power of a deity but she was just a little girl who believed in powers higher than her... how could she be on their level?
Limned in moonlight, she found peace at last only in dreams -- dreams of a young boy her age with black hair, a baseball cap, and a striped shirt. She would feel at ease, a strange sense of hope growing through her chest, and the warmth that enveloped her could threaten to melt all the snow in her hometown.
At least that’s what she felt like.
When she sleeps tonight, she is in a hotel away from home. She’s always wondered what she would begin to see now that she’s met the boy that had visited her every night; would he still be there for her, in both dawn and dusk and every other time beyond and between that? That would be nice.
A glimmer of anticipation fills her as she finds herself lucid dreaming again. Though she was aware she was merely sleeping, she still somehow did not have full control -- precisely the same conditions that had drawn her to Ninten. She sees a striped shirt paired with jean shorts again and her feet pick up, excited to meet the boy at the end of this ethereal landscape but her steps stop short of leaping forth when she notices now his blond hair and taller height.
“ Pardon me. Are you here to save me too...? ”
