Requiem [Sirius the Jaeger]

Chapter 1 - Reunion

"Every parting gives a foretaste of death, every reunion a hint of resurrection."
~Arthur Schopenhauer

The girl awoke with a start, suddenly sitting upright in her seat. She was shocked to say the least. This dream, it seemed so vivid, so real. The girl put her head in her hands, taking deep breaths. A futile attempt to calm herself, as she couldn't chase away the ghosts of the past. Trust me she tried so many times. Deeming the pathetic attempt to provide herself some kind of comfort as unsuccessful, she looked up and stared out of the window. The scenery was moving fast, a more than needed evidence that she still sat in the train she boarded earlier. For some reason, she feared that could have been a dream too. Silly, right? She watched the scenery for a while, her eyes following the trees and bushes that moved along her field of vision. As soft wind blew over the fields, capturing the tall grass in it's dance, letting it sway from side to side. The wonderful blue sky was covered in only a few puffy clouds. As a child, she always dreamed of flying up there and touching them. A few birds flew in the seemingly endless sky, enjoying their freedom to its full extents. The scene was calming the girl down, putting her in some kind of trance. However, no matter of captivating the scenery was, her focus along with her attention soon focused on something else. Her gaze found stubborn brown hair that reminded her of the color of the sweet caramel bonbons she only tasted once in her life. Yet it didn't stay that way, as it lost more and more of its color, the further the girl's gaze went down. What started in a chocolate brown color quickly turned into the caramel she noticed first, only to end in a shocking white, rivaling the clouds outside the window in its purity. The white ends of the wild locks lay upon a pair of little, yet strong shoulders. They held onto a slender neck with skin only slightly darker than a piece of paper. On the left side a darker, jagged line adorned the soft skin. It was fading, barely visible, indicating the old age of the injury. Going further up, she saw a round, pale face perfectly framed by the caramel locks. The skin seemed flawless, except a little line on her nose. However, it was already old and faded, so subtle that an untrained eye would never see it. Finally, she found fascinating blue orbs. The pure intensity of the color could sure be breathtaking. The eyes seemed like little storms of color raged inside of them. Dark streaks embraced the cyan gems, fighting a battle of dominance with the few brighter colors that reminded her of the sky above her head. One could thing these eyes were staring directly into her soul, trying to read the girls thoughts.

However, they already belonged to her.

I sighed as slumped back into the velvet cushions of the seat. Though the material was so soft, it wasn't really comfortable to sit in, especially over a long period of time. Lying my head back, I looked at the wooden ceiling, letting my eyes trail over every single nail and screw, trying to remember why the hell I was here again. Closing my eyes, I thought about what happened before this awful dream. Don't get me wrong, it's not as if I despise this dream. Honestly, I should probably prefer it over my nightmares, yet I couldn't shake off this strange feeling. You see, the thing with nightmares is: At the end of it, you know it's not real. You know your head is simply playing a dumb trick on you. Playing a show so convincing, it's scaring itself. But with this dream? I had no idea. It was a dream, so of course, it had to be fiction, yet it felt so real. This couldn't simply be some puppet show my mind has created. But the weirdest thing about this whole thing was, I knew these people. Every single one of them. However, except one person, they were all dead. Brutally murdered. So why were they in my dreams? Why did my mind haunt me with this? Usually, it should be on my side, shouldn't it?

Desperately, I shoved these thoughts into the back of my mind. The hidden, dark corner where they belonged. There, they wouldn't bother me. At least not for a while. After all, my mind seemed my biggest enemy, so it wouldn't surprise me if it stunned me with this brain wracking questions later this day. That's the amount of friendship I shared with my own mind. Nice, right? But back to the matter at hand: