Chapter 33: A Princess’ Perspective (Part 2)
The same night that my mother was cured from her blindness, I had one of my usual dreams. I called them "usual" because I had them so often that even my maid Carli was aware of them. The problem was that they were different all the time. Sometimes, the dreams were warm and happy, and in others sad and depressing.
I found myself standing at the top of a tower, overlooking a city. All of the architecture that surrounded me was something I had never seen before, and we were so high up that the people at the bottom weren't even visible.
My clothes and my body were also different. I was much more developed physically and was wearing pants that were called "jeans", although I couldn't tell how I knew that name, and a white jacket.
My hair was completely different too. I could see my light brown-haired ponytail on the side of my shoulder, which only confused me more.
("This isn't my hair color...")
Next to me, holding my hand, was a man that was at least one head taller than me. I couldn't completely see his face, but I could make out a scar that ran from the side of his cheek. His arm was strong and shared some of the scars that were visible in his body.
"You were right, Melina... This truly is a great view..." said the man as he looked at me.
I didn't really know who he was, but the feeling of "deja-vu" and familiarity were eating me from the inside.
"I told youuu! Traveling with people makes it so much better, doesn't it!?"
(Huh? Was that me talking?)
It was as if I had lost control of my body, and my dream was just showing me what it wanted me to see. Right at that moment, the dream scenery shifted and I found myself walking side by side on a busy street, crossing arms with the man.