I woke up in a dark room, my heart beating hard and fast. I heard footsteps...from where? Then, a light came towards me. I noticed it was a person. A woman in a beautiful, flowing, strapless white dress that just barely touched the floor. She had a kind face, fair skin, she looked like she was in her mid-twenties. Her eyes said different. Purple. Strange. In them, I saw thousands of years of pain, sorrow, famine, difficult decisions, and self-questioning. But, also, love. Lots and lots of caring, compassion, wisdom, understanding, and so much love it hurt to look any longer. I envied her, with full, plum-colored lips, and the strangest eyelashes. They matched her lips.
Then, she whispered to me, with a voice so soft and sweet. It sounded like little bells. Beautiful bells, "Young child, you are no mortal. He has come for you. Take his hand, learn from him. Care for him. He belongs with you, and you with him." I was very confused at the moment, with so many questions, but one just slipped right off my tongue, "Wh-Who are you?" I asked shakily. "I? I am your mother. Your protector. I am Violet, Queen Of Faeries. And you, Mackenzie, you are my princess. I would also like to let you know that now that we have met, I will bestow on you your true name. Lilac Rose. Everyone will now know you as this, and only this. A name has power, and you must have your real name for all to be well, to unlock your amazingly true potential." a loud BANG fell against the silence, and I was snapped out of my trance of confusion. The woman all of a sudden looked drained and tired. Her dress was torn in some places. She looked at me worriedly, " I won't be able to contact you again for a while. Just remember, take his hand. Love him as a friend, or more if you like." She winked. I could only guess she was talking about mark. "Oh, and I love your eyes." That made no sense to me at all. Before i could as what she meant, she was gone. I heard a scream, and my eyes fluttered open.
I was in my bed. "Just a dream." I mumbled. I fell back into a dreamless sleep for about an hour, then my alarm went off, blaring my iPod's music at six o'clock. Hands On Me by Vanessa Carlton. At least I would wake up with an epic song. As I got dressed, I decided to be daring. Don't ask me why, I don't know. I put on a neon orange dress I had bought, and only worn once. It was spaghetti strapped with just one band name on it. Any guesses?!? Muse. Yeah, I'm obsessed, so just deal with it. It went about to my mid-thigh, so I wore my favor lilac-and-plum-striped tights to match the name. I put on my homemade guitar pick necklace, and went on to my bathroom to do my makeup.
I almost screamed when I saw my eyes. They were purple. JUST like the woman's in my dream. And...my eyelashes...where they....? No, it must be a trick of the light, I thought. But it wasn't. They were pure lilac, and I liked- no, scratch that...I LOVED them. So, I put on my plum eyeliner (yes, I am obsessed with purple and orange if you haven't caught on by now) and went downstairs to eat breakfast. When I got to the kitchen, my mom was already there sliding an omelet onto a plate for me. " Morning, Lilac, honey."
"Morning, mom." I answered out of habit. Then, I stopped dead. "Wait, what did you just call me?" I asked, sorta freaking out. "Well, Lilac, of course! What else? That IS what I named my only daughter, right?" I was in shock. All I could say was, "Oh, yeah. Thought you said something...else."
I ate my omelet in silence, then left for school quickly. I was confused, believe me, but I wasn't about to tell someone. They would think i was going mad. I had to figure things out. Then, it hit me. Does my dream have something to do with this...this....this abnormality?!? Or had I just imagined that whole little episode back there?!? No, no way. My imagination sucks, but what the hell?? There was NO WAY that dream was REAL...right? I got in my car and drove off to school, well aware I was going to be fifteen minutes early, my head still reeling with questions.
i know its short, but the idea just popped into my head, and i LOVE the name lilac. :)
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Fantasywhen 16-year-old Mackenzie Aaron meets the new british student, Mark Emeralds, she falls head over heals...then she experiences a TOTAL makeover from a mysterious woman in her dreams, (her eyes change color and her name changes) and Mark is the only...