The Traveller [Bash, Reign] ~ On Hold

V

   "Of course you don't remember them sweetheart, both my and your father's parents either died before you were born, or when you were a lot younger," my mother replied from the other side of the line in a sweet, reassuring voice.

   I had woken up with a gasp a few moments ago, with sweat coating my trembling body. I had a new dream tonight, and it seemed so real almost like I had really lived it, breathed it, felt every single feeling for real, and at the end when I saw Sebastian and Mary kissing, my heart really had shattered.

   I woke up with a few tears running down my face.

   And that's when I knew I was in love with Sebastian.

   I was in love with a fictional character I had created, the outcome of my vast imagination.

   Or was he really?

   I had to be sure, and that's how I found myself calling my mother, "okay, thanks mum," and I hung up after hearing a faint bye.

   "You do know you can call me Lizzy? You don't have to be so formal every time," I stated.

  "Only if you'll call me bash," he extended his hand, which I shook, "deal."

  "You are only here to pick up the artefacts"

   I just couldn't get the feelings out, it was all so vivid. And then, that's when I really looked at my life and realized I couldn't remember anything.

   I couldn't remember anything from before moving to Paris.

   I couldn't remember my own family besides my parents and Mia. Did I have sisters? Brothers? Aunts or uncles?

   I couldn't even remember my own grandmother, that's why I called my mum; I needed to have the confirmation that this dream couldn't be true. I needed to know I wasn't going crazy.

   But this information wasn't really helping. It wasn't helping the fact that I still had a book from, I had to come to understand, the 16th century: an original book from the 16th century conserved until today, and I had it sitting on my night stand with a coloured picture of me with a royal family that had died centuries ago, before electricity even existed.

   I knew what I had to do!

   I needed a notepad.

   I got up and rummaged through my drawers until I found a pen and a notepad. I was going to write down all the dreams I was having about this era, whatever if they were good or bad, I was going to write them down until I could get a full story, circling in red all the keywords that would, maybe, help solve this mystery.

   Artefacts

   Interfere with anyone's story

   The council

   You know what happened, or will happen, to Lola?

   So what, I could travel through time? Or see the future? Was I a seer? Or maybe this was a past life; I had read before that you could dream of your past life.

   Maybe that was it, maybe I wasn't going crazy, and I just had a past life that was manifesting itself.

   But how did that explain the memory loss I had?

   This was too much thinking for it being so early in the morning, I needed food first.

   I got out of my room, heading to the kitchen, when I suddenly jumped ten feet high above the ground and let out an ear piercing scream, I had not at all expected to find a guy walking around my apartment half naked.