~Aurora~

　　I've lived these dreadful dreams for over three times now. In a row. All the memories from my past, new creations of the scenario of my parents' death. All of them have been playing in my head as if it was a broken recorder.

　　No amount of tears I've cried for myself helped me get back to reality. The only thing I could do for the whole experience was cry. I was afraid I was going to lose a part of me. I would turn psychotic because of the induction, forceful induction of experiences and dreams on my head.

　　It was true when they said how treacherous the south side of this forest was. It was a whole, wide and open trap. It was a trap, not just for me but for every species which ever passes by.

　　How beautiful was nature, too.

　　Right around these greedy, poisonous mushrooms were the deflecting rafflesia flowers. They rather bloomed all year round in the dark woods. Their species were native. Incredibly native. And for a reason.

　　I should have known that the stench of the rafflesia we were passing by was an easy indication. It's deflecting stench should have warned us NOT to cross them and go further into the south side. Then, it was me who suggested this...idea...

　　Wait a minute. I must be realizing something here. But I don't have enough dots to connect at the moment! I know I'm being suspecting of few in my mind. Those who are always and somehow the first thought of suspicion for me.

　　But it could also be that my fate, my destiny has brought me here to perish. It is exactly what a loser would face in times like this.

　　At this moment, the frustration has been weighing me down heavily because I didn't have a wolf! If only, IF only I had a wolf who could get me out of this peril with her strength, I wouldn't have gotten to see my crude life play again and again, and again.

　　I refused to witness the imaginary death of my parents, yet again. The visions have been so dark and true like sequential events. If I would have been the naive girl I was a few months ago, I would have believed these 'visions', which were truly my hallucinations.

　　As the scene had now twisted around, forcing my eyes to open and watch it for the third time again, I sniffled.

　　I am so confused. I am in so much despair. All these hurt me like a would being ripped open once again. Every time...

　　"Stop...please..." I begged, falling to my knees. But no. As if I have become accustomed to what was happening, I anticipated the next scene. The scene of my birth. My parents were being so overjoyed that a bundle of sunshine had just granted them the opportunity to become parents. They were blessed with a girl, who brings prosperity, peace and love to their family.

　　The next scene was when I was five. Again, vague scenes from my memory, the unaccessible and unconscious memories were resurfacing. They were resurfacing without my permission, which made me realize how wonderful my life was until I started acting like an entitled, spoiled little brat. I regret it! Yes, I do! But how many times do I have to be reminded that I've been such a bitch to everyone around me in the past!

　　As if the contestants, palace maidens and workers around me haven't been looking down on me. Talking behind my back was, and will continue being their favorite activity. Their voices still play like fresh memory in my head. As if they were uttering the words again in my ears, just for me to listen.

　　A sudden visual of Prince Emeric appeared this time, at the fourth time of my hallucinations. It was new, because even if I was thinking about him in the back of my head, how did he start appearing in my hallucinations? It was as if someone has been writing the script for my hallucinations since a while now. They've included him.

　　Suddenly, the perspective of my hallucinations were shifting towards him. The smooth voice of Prince Emeric was guiding me through my turmoil. It was as if he was...narrating my story for me...

　　A scenario wherein I was entering the kingdom. He was sitting beside me in the car. I looked down, and saw that he was holding my hand. Like a fool, I was too indulged in looking down at our hands. I completely missed out the detail that he was looking out of the window...and smiling to himself.

　　As the car slowly passed by, I who was standing and perceiving as another, alternate entity of my own life story, began walking into the next scene of madness.

　　Meanwhile, as I refused to open my eyes until familiar voices started messing with my head, thought of something. The previous scene, where he was smiling at the window facing away from me...what did that mean?

　　Has he been infatuated with me since the beginning of time? If I remember correctly, we have met twice before that day already. He's been keeping tabs on me?

　　Our first encounter was when I was a naive and idiotic teen. At sixteen years old, I have rejected him and humiliated him on a similar occasion.

　　As I kept thinking about it, the scene had suddenly shifted into that!

　　However, I was in my own perspective and body this time. In front of me was the bartender who kept judging me for my age. I wasn't legal, but I was downing alcohol and taking shots like I was in my thirties, tired with my life.

　　Suddenly, I felt the same tap on my shoulder. The feeling was so real, even if I was dreaming. I could have gotten chills in my original body of the present which was lying in the middle of south dark woods, dangerously. I turned around, just like I did in the past.

　　My eyes widened.

　　Instead of Prince Emeric's face which looked much younger and pious, it was his face of the present! Strong jaw, a small stubble to his chin. That was not what shocked me to the core.

　　His face was scrunched, he was weeping mercilessly.

　　My heart skipped a beat, warmth and an unsettling feeling spreading all over my body.

　　"Prince Emeric..." I uttered to myself in the back of my head. But alas! Nothing was coming out of my lips at all!

　　Out of nowhere, he had started uttering fee words. I couldn't comprehend, but they weren't words of normal conversation.

　　It was as if he was...begging me for something.

　　He's asking me to...

　　[Wake...up...Aurora....]