WARNING: This story is totally a work of fiction!. It includes explicit narration of gore scenes and violence ahead.

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Dressed in a long white flowing dress, which swept her bare cracked feet and complimented her pale skin, the young girl stood in an isolated area completely covered in fog, with a crown made of white petals sitting gracefully on her head.

Her gaze rested on a figure sat on a white horse far across from her. One as white as the clouds which played their role moving up in the sky.

The young man's sword stayed pressed against his side, while his hands gripped the reins of the horse.

He scanned the face of the girl with weak eyes, not attempting to break contact once.

One could tell he was using his last strength to sit on the horse, but somehow, he managed to stay strong.

The wild breeze which blew his luscious dark hair back and forth, made him shut his eyes while low breaths escaped his blood-stained lips.

"Orion!!!!"

The girl's voice came out clear and audible, even from where she stood.

"Come towards the light" She beckoned to him.

His lips parted slowly, making way for him to speak, but no words came.

He turned his head back to look at what was going on behind him.

The amount of bodies falling to the ground, made his fingers grip onto the reins tighter.

Swords were clinging high up in the air, while blood puffed out in different directions.

It was one massive war going on, as Kings, soldiers and sorcerers fought with their last strength, making sure to take down with them, anyone possible and strengthen their legacy. The power.

It was a battle to the death.

The girl stretched her lean arms forward, waiting for him to take it and go along with her. But instead, Orion turned his horse the other way, moving towards the battle grounds, raising his blade high up in the sky while letting out a war cry.

A sharp gasp left the lips of the young girl who watched him with wide eyes, the look of shock crossing her face while her eyes connected with just one person's amongst the hundreds that stood around her. Orion's.

She watched intently as he fought with strength, thrusting his sword in and out of soldiers, staying undefeated.

Storm clouds rumbled, as the eyes of the girl shone brightly, a white light forming around the circles of her eyes, showcasing her powers.

She stared at Orion with pursed lips and within a second, the whole scene was gone.

Bellona Maynard jolted from her sleep at once, low gasps escaping her lips, with her eyes scanning around the tiny cruck house she was present in.

Her fingers reached for the back of her neck, scratching continuously, making a red bruise appear on her skin.

Slowly, she got up from the creaky bed which she laid in, grabbing her brown boots from where they rested, then wore them immediately, while thinking back about the dream she had.

What were all of these dreams, and what could they mean? She thought to herself.

For days, the girl had been having similar dreams like this, each of them different in their own way.

The one thing that stayed the same, was the figure she always saw in each one of the dreams.

There was something about him that got her thinking every time she woke up.

Who was the fellow?

The question sure perturbed the girl.

Whenever she encountered him in her sleep, she would get a hold of his name, but the instant she awoke from her dreams, it would leave her memory, and all of that would be gone.

Why couldn't she remember who he was?

Grabbing a cup of water from the jar which stayed next to the door, she downed the lot of it in one gulp.