Fan Fiction ❯ Intertwined Fates ❯ The Dream ( Prologue )

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Author's Note: I'm starting out writing this story from an idea I had for some time now. I welcome all comments and reviews. Hope you will enjoy reading this as much as I am enjoying writing the story.

Title: Intertwined Fates
Prologue: The Dream
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Action/Adverture/Romance/Supernatural/Humor/Drama/Epic
Author: Pure Euphoria

She was running. Her heart pounding loudly in her chest. With each intake of breath, her lungs throbbed painfully. She didn't know how long she was running, but it felt like an eternity. But she could not, would not stop.

Stopping meant defeat. And defeat meant death. Who ever was chasing her was after her life. She knew that for sure. How she knew, she had no idea.

The mist of smoke surrounded her, giving her false sense of security. But still, this place seemed so familiar, like she'd been here before. But that wasn't possible, she'd remember such a vile place. Just something about it didn't seem right. She couldn't place her finger on what, but it sent a cold shiver down her spine.

She kept running, leaping in the smoke. The presence behind her close in on her, but she didn't care. She would run until they had her cornered, she would run until her legs gave out.

The smoke was making her eyes watery, and she had no idea which way to go. It all seemed so hopeless. But then again, when wasn't it? Was there ever hope of finding safety, or was it all an illusion all along? Why did she run away instead of fighting? They were going to get her no matter what. So why not stay and fight? But something told her she wouldn't stand a chance. No matter which path she chose to take.

'Lorelai,' called the voice. It was sinister and menacing, but once again, it sounded familiar. Was she going insane? Was she just imaging this or was it really happening? The whole experience was frightening. It was like being locked up in a house with a murderer and know that if you didn't get killed this minute, there was always the next.

The ground beneath her feet began to shake, but it wasn't an earthquake. Hell, she didn't even know if she still was on earth. The atmosphere felt different, but calmer somehow. She felt light-headed, her line of vision disoriented. Everything seemed to be playing out in slow motion as she started to fall.

The wind swooshed! underneath her as the gravity took its' toll on her. Lorelai didn't know whether this was a good thing, but all she could think of is that she got away from that-that-that thing.

A buzzing sound filled her ears as she continued to fall further. 'Lorelai,' called a voice. But this one was unlike the first one, it was gentle and quiet. It was also the voice of her aunt.

She rose from the bed, gasping and panting, clutching her heart. It was that same dream again. One which felt so real but was hard to remember when she woke up. Except for that voice that said her name. It was the only thing she remembered aside from the smoke.

'Lorelai, you okay?' asked the woman. She turned to look up at her aunt and gave her a reassuring smile. 'Yup, I'm great. I had that same dream again, but I'm okay.'

'The one with the smoke?' she asked. Lorelai remembered telling Ivy about the dream the night she had it. 'Yeah, but I'm used to it now. It's like a daily routine, you know? Have dream, wake up and so forth,' she smiled.

Why do I have it? Why me? Am I going insane? she thought.

'You're not insane. It's just a dream,' reassured the older woman. Lorelai jerked her head upward, not aware that she voiced her questions aloud.

'Well, maybe it runs in the family? Did Mom have dreams like these when she was my age?' wondered the girl. Ivy did not talk about her parents often, if ever. It was like a sacred rule that was never to be broken, but she was curious what her parents were like, what did they do, how they met.

Being caught in her own questions, Lorelai didn't notice the traces of guilt etched on her aunt's tan face. When she did look up at Ivy, any sign of remorse were wiped from her features. 'No, don't be silly,' Ivy's lips pursued into a smile.

That dream always left her shaken up, no matter how many times she told herself that it was just that, a dream and nothing more. But somewhere deep inside her mind, she didn't believe that it was just a dream. But then again, she didn't know what to believe anymore.

'Come on, Lorelai, you didn't forget that you have school today, did you? It's already seven o'clock,' said the brown-haired woman. Today, she was starting school at Westbridge High due to the fact that they just moved here, Toronto, from BC.

'Seven o'clock?' gasped Lorelai as she leaped from the bed and ran into the bathroom. It usually took her an hour to get ready but she liked to wake up early and just laze around the house waiting until it was time to go to school. It saved running around hastily thirty minutes before school started, trying to get dressed.

She began the first steps of her morning routine; brushing her teeths.

The breakfast that morning tasted more delicious to Lorelai. Maybe it was the excitement of starting at a new school, she didn't know. Waffles with maple syrup had become as a traditional meal every morning. Ivy would wake up early in the morning, in order to make breakfast. After the death of her parents, long ago, Ivy was like a second mother to her, and she loved her like one, too.

'Lorelai, you ready? Come on, let's go. You don't want to be late on your first day, do you? Now, come on, I'll give you a lift,' smiled the older woman. Ivy Crane was a pretty woman, in her late thirties, with brown hair and big brown eyes that lit up whenever she was happy.

A car drove out of the white mansion on Crown Street. The road was surrounded by huge mansions and estates, owned by wealthy personalities. The morning sun shinned on the air-blue water in the pools by the mansions. Expensive sports cars drove left and right of the road, the residents getting ready for another day at their jobs.

The servants were already up and about as they scurried around their workplace, searching for something to occupy themselves with.

Yes, the rich life was what most dreamt of having above anything else. But wealth did not prevent bad events from happening to you, just as Lorelai will soon find out.