Remembrance

Prolouge

"Safely, amoung the stars; Lovingly, amoung all hearts.  Day by day, I dream for someone to find the real me."  A small girl, who looked to be about eight years old sat at her small desk looking into her mirror.  That song she sang was one she made up herself.  She sang that everyday.  I bet you don't know why she sang that.  Well, because her life as a princess was starting to get really boring.  It was fun for awhile getting to boss people around.  No homework (much), got to dress up anytime she wanted, and ate whatever she wanted.  But as days passed, minutes turned to hours,  then days, then even months.  Next thing she knew, she got bored of everything, even her faithful dog tulip.  There was nothing to do anymore.   Well except hang with her best firend, Seph Kingsly.  He was amazing every time she saw him.  The Royal Guard's son, her father's best friend's son.  She saw him everyday.  She loved that time with him, it was the most exciting.  Interaction with people was all she really wanted, not just with maids or butlers, but actual friends.  That poor little girl didn't have any ever since her mom died at her birth and the king banned all contact with other people.  Being raised by her father wasn't all that bad, but there were some things he couldn't replace.  Like, you know, cothes, hair, and stuff like that.  She did look like her mom though:  dirty blond hair, rosy cheeks, a button like nose, lips that were pink as a flower, and a cute round face.  Probably the only few things she inheirited from her father was the olive color of skin, her emerald green eyes, and her personality.  Her eyes changed with her mood, but they were usually bright green.  Well it was almost time for her to go to the gardens to meet up with Seph.  Man, Seph Kingsly, a handsome guy he was, even for an nine year old.  Ladies were falling for his bleach blond hair, blue eyes, the skin color of sandpaper, but much smoother.  The same button nose as hers, and a round face.  Those two had known eachother since they were born.  Seph was born ten months before her.  They met up ever night in the gardens.  The gardens were the most beautiful things you coud imagine.  With every single flower you could think of, and the only light was of the moon and fire flies.  A really pretty sight at nigt.  It was the perfect place for anything, especially hide and seek.  Those two would spend hours there.  Just being friends, they even gave eachother names:  Gem for the girl whose name Sapphire Rapsidy, and protector for Seph.  They could never get enough of eachother's company.  Years passed, and they continued to meet eachother.  It  was no secret, but they went without telling anybody usually.  When the girl got back to her room, she would instantly fall asleep.  There had to be some type of music playing or else she couldn't fall asleep.  You can already tell where this is going, if you don't then here's a hint:  There is a prophecy, when a true bonding happens, there are signs.  The two will never seeing eachother.  When either of the two turns sixteen, they will have a dream of their past lives, and will then have to soon marry the bonding mate once he/she has had the dream.  After the two are married, then the prophecy is compolete.  Once both of the mates die, they will reincarnate and repeat the process.  Their looks and personality will be the same ecery cycle.  There are some cases in which one of the mates would be the complete opposite of their origianl, but in time their true nature would be revealed.  There now you get it.  From birth, those two were destined to be with eachoter.  As time came closer and closer to Seph's birthday, both fathers of Seph and Sapphire met up secretly.  Both of them agreed that when the time came, both Seph and Sapphire would marry.  And that day came finally after both Seph and Sapphire got their dreams.  It was an amazing and lavish wedding.  There were so many people  there.  The entire ballroom was filled to capacity.  So blah blah prophecy  was fulfilled, and the lived happily after after... blah blah.  Thank goodness that's over, and now the best stroy can now commence.