Nox Nympha

Starting Over

Chapter 1: Starting Over

I stood standing in a desolated wasteland. But I wasn't by myself, there was this guy standing in front of me. His blue eyes shined like little droplets of water. His hair stuck out in different ends. I could almost feel his pain and wanted to comfort him. I tried to run to him, but was shackled to the ground. When I looked back up at him, he was even further away.

I called his name out but he couldn't hear me. I didn't even know his name, so I made a strange sound. My own words falling deaf to my ears.

"Save me." I shouted and tried to reach out to him. But he couldn't see me, and he didn't hear me. He fell to the ground sobbing.

My heart ached at the sight of him. No don't cry. I wanted to comfort him but how could I? I felt a hand clamp down on my shoulder. With a yelp, I turned to face another familiar face. His hair looked like it was overly bleached to look white. An unknown anger filled my gut. I wanted to punch him right between the eyes.

"Get up." He said with a wicked grin.

"Screw you." I shouted and moved to attack him.

But he was faster and dodged. He sent his fist straight into my gut.

I awoke in a gasp. It was just a dream, I reminded myself. Since moving in with my father, I have had the weirdest dreams. But I could never remember, so why did I today?

"My lady?" A woman gasped from nearby.

I turned to face my handmaiden, Fionna. "Sorry." I apologized.

"You gave me quite a fright. I was just about to wake you up. Would you like some tea?" She handed me a porcelain cup of herbal tea. I was hesitant to drink it, fearing I might burn my tongue.

"Don't worry, Princess Nanami. I let it sit for a while, so it is only mildly warm." She said as she fluffed my pillow.

I cringed slightly at that name. That wasn't my name, it was Twyla Chantelle, and up until a month ago I was a normal high school junior. Well I shouldn't say normal, I was a bit of a loner. Never had friends or family other than my mother and father.

I sipped my tea and surveyed the room. My view slightly shielded by the curtains that framed my bed, put in place to prevent light from disrupting my slumber.

"Would you like to tell me about the dream which awaken you in such a panic?" Fionna asked picking up a biscuit from a small stand.

I furrowed my eyebrow, "I don't remember." The haziness lifted from conscious and the less I remember of my weird dream. As I looked at the red drink, I noticed Fionna's small smile from the corner of my eye.

"Dreams are your subconscious trying to tell you something." She said handing the biscuit to me in a cloth napkin.

"I guess it wasn't anything important." I said with a laugh before taking a bite of the biscuit. I hummed with pleasure as I swallowed the first bite. Nothing has ever tasted so heavenly.

"When you are ready, let me dress you. Your father is waiting to have breakfast with you."

"Will Lord Lir be there?" I asked in a less than thrilled tone.

"I don't understand your problem with Lord Lir. You two seemed to get along quite well."

"I don't know. It's something about him." He brought a sense of uneasiness and familiarity that I didn't like.

"Give him a chance." She said as she took the cup away from me.

"I have." I said but she shot me a look that said, 'yeah right.'