Daniel's schizophrenia is getting out of hand, and his medication just isn't doing its job anymore. In hopes of fixing his mental issues, he's sent off to a mental hospital. 

There, he meets CJ, an incredible guy who may or may not be everything he's ever imagined.

Things were great from the beginning in Shivaay’s account. 

A family business to run.
A beautiful fiancé, who loved her a lot.
And a wedding to plan.

But one incident and his life changes, like never and he left with new choices to made and way to find.

What? You dream? Is that all? I know, I know. It sounds fictional, made up, but it's true. No one dreams anymore according to them. When I started dreaming, it was an anomaly. That's when they realized my differences would harm those around me. The dreams I had were… puzzling. 
With creatures that never existed, people who never lived, memories I never had before. My mother and father called it a "blessing from God himself", but I felt like it was more of a burden than anything. The institute, the school, places for people like me: Abnormal… Dreamers. 
"Rocco. Are you even listening?" She asked, bringing me back to my senses. 
"No. Is there any real point to it? You're taking me in to stop the dreams. Why ask about them?" I asked, looking outside at the pouring rain. 
She sighed and took a nicer tone to me for once in all these years. "We need to know how much they bother you. What you tell us can help us diagnose the problem." She explained, taking the turn I knew by heart. Without looking outside, I knew the academy was close by.
I jumped out of the van as soon as it stopped, picking up my bag and heading to the academy's entrance doors. The dread I felt every time I had approached the academy had never gone away, it lingered in the shadows, growing as I did. Its movements copying mine exactly.
I arrived at my classroom and sat down in my seat. The first day of my second year here. You graduate after your 5th year; some kids are only 5 when they start dreaming and end up around 10 years old when they graduate. Now, what could graduation be? Who knows? We never see those kids around anymore. Now, how old am I? I'm fourteen. I had only just turned thirteen when I began dreaming.
My parents never told anyone anything, but the government surely knew I was dreaming somehow.
"Now, we get to the amazing news of this week. Today marks the beginning of a new world. The crime rate has dropped to 0%. The government's efforts are paying off in a surprising turn of events!" The announcer said to the viewers of this morning's news.
"Rocco. Wake up Chel, will ya?" Mr. Trok said, not even bothering to lift his head away from his computer. I sighed, and instead of giving an attitude like last year, I nudged Chel, to which she responded with her eyes flying open.
"Were you dreaming?" I ask.
"You know that we can't talk about that." She said, wiping away her drool.
Ah. That was right. How could I forget good ol' rule number one? Like most schools for "normal" kids, this school has its rules. Rule Number One: Do not share your dreams with anyone else. If you dream, take your medication.
Our "medication" was some kind of thought killer. We usually took it when we went to bed, but sometimes it wouldn't work. It killed our thought processes and then takes away the dreams. 
"Well… we learn anything?" Chel asked, holding her notebook in front of her. This was the most she'd ever talked to me, so I didn't know how to continue a conversation with her.
"Nope. Mr. Trok is still too busy surfing the web or something." I said, sighing.
She laughed. I did it. I had made someone laugh. 
"Yeah, sure looks like it. Anyway, I'll be graduating soon." She said, to which I seemed to remember that she was already in her fifth year in the academy.
"I see. Good luck." I said, returning my head to my notes for my next class. That was until a hand landed on my shoulder.
"Hey, I'm not done talking yet, you jerk," Chel said, slightly laughing.
"I don't see anything else to talk about," I said, pretending she wasn't there.
"We could talk about our grades." She suggested, grabbing her laptop out of her bag.
"No. Every time I show my grades, it never ends well anyway." I said with a sigh, picking up my bag, getting ready to move further back.
"Rocco, is that right?" 
I stopped in place.
"Yeah. What about it?" I asked, feeling a little strange at the moment. Nobody bothered remembering my name unless they were paid to, like the teachers.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" She asked, pointing to my laptop, sitting on my desk.
"Right," I stated, reaching down and closing it. I picked it up and carried it to another spot in the back. 
In the back was Mae. She usually sat alone, and only spoke to the teachers. She wasn't shy, no; she was powerful and dangerous. Her eyes were knives themselves. Looking her in the eyes would result in you going to the nurse's office for quite some time.
I simply ignored Mae for the rest of class, despite how long her gaze at me lasted. She must have thought I was planning something against her with that glare.
***
The next class would be Dream Study. Where we learned to stop our dreams without the use of medications. We also learned what dreams meant and what they originated from. When Ms. Lind explained the different types of dreams, she sorted us into different categories based on what we dreamt about. People who dreamt of world domination to back corner, please. People who dreamt of cats and dogs, front door, please. People who dreamt of family, back door, please. What was left you may ask? Me.
"Rocco, did I not list yours?" She asked, maybe becoming a little frustrated.
"No, you didn't," I affirmed with a sigh. I was lightly sweating. The classroom's eyes were on me. The wind outside screamed piercingly.
"What do you dream of then, boy." She asked, her eyes narrowing in disbelief.
"Things that don't exist. Creatures who reach out. People who don't exist. People who turn into those creatures. Don't you see now?" I asked, making eye contact with her for a long period of time.
The class burst into laughter. Another time my seriousness was taken as a joke. "Rocco, I would like you to walk toward your real dream's group now." She said, looking back at her computer. 
I simply stepped into the World Domination category with all the other messed-up scary kids.

Dreaming is prohibited, illegal. People who do dream are somehow linked together, their dreams manifesting into something... powerful and dangerous. The government has to hold these dreamers accountable and teach them right from wrong... before it's too late.

Back in my room, I looked out the window again as I waited for Dr. Grimbane, for some reason Diana's named seemed familiar, maybe she was a friend, I thought.


I sighed, as I let the breeze from outside freshen up my lungs. 


"Good, you're awake." A man greeted me as he entered the room.


"Hi, are you Dr. Grimsbane?"


"Yes, I am. I'm sure you have many questions, which I will answer, but first you need to take your medication." His voice was soft which calmed me as I let down my guard. 


"Medication.. Why?"


"Now, I said I would answer your questions… after you take them."


I had nothing to lose, so I might take them..


There were 3 containers each unlabelled but about the same size. I took each pill with a sip of water and swallowed them. A tingly feeling went down my throat all the way to my chest, but then disappeared. 


"Good." He seemed satisfied. 


"Your medication is for your illness. You were born sick, and each time you go to sleep, I have to go through the same process. You have alzheimer. Your mother left you for dead when you were born, and we took care of you. This is a mental hospital, we have other patients. Your name is Jonathan Harrison, you're 17 years old."


"Oh. That's.. Not what I remember.." I had a feeling this man was lying to me, though he seemed very sure about his words.


"What do you remember?" His face distorted in worry.


"Uh.. I.. I had scars, and bruises.. I have 2 brothers and a sister, I was in jail.." That's all I could remember, except for the long lasting dreams I wasn't willing to share. 


"I see." He jotted down some notes down on his notebook and nodded. "Have you spoken to any patients?"


"No." I figured I might get Diana in trouble if I told my doctor.


"Right. Well those memories you have might be some side effects of your medication.. Some other illness.. I'll have to investigate. Now I have a couple questions for you."


"Sure." 


"Have you seen or heard anything weird, maybe abnormal. Perhaps in your dreams?"


"No, sir" I tried to focus my gace on the door so I wouldn't have to look at the doctor's face.


"How have you been feeling lately?"


"A little confused I guess." 


"Yes, of course, but mentally? Any suicidal, or self harm thoughts?


"Umm, no sir." Why would I want to harm myself? 


"Great. You've been eating well, been sleeping well, at this pace we'll get you to your final test and transfer you to the orphanage, until you turn 18."


"Sir, could you explain a little more about that?"


"Sadly no, I need to keep you from leaking information. You'll be out of here soon though, be patient."


"Okay." This was all very weird and suspicious to me, somehow I had to find out what they were up to. 


"Right. If there are no more questions then I'll ask you to follow me so we can do some tests on that little concern of yours. We have to check for any other emerging illnesses before sending you out."


I nodded, stood up and followed him down the hall. The hall was silent though it seemed crowded, there were more people than before now, though they walked silently like zombies, not knowing where to go. 


"This way." He stretched his arm to the left showing me to turn and followed after me. 


"So how long have I been here for, doc?" I tried to get as much information as I could.


"16 years, we found you when you were 1, you were drinking from a river. Impressive right? You managed to survive about 4 months alone in the street. Ever since you got here, you always scored perfectly in our IQ tests, eben though you never seemed to remember anything. It's like you're some sort of machine."


"Right.." We stopped at room, and as I entered, I regretted being caught off guard. There were 2 armed soldiers with chains on their hands, who greeted me with furious faces. They went for me and tied me down, threatening to kill me if I didnt cooperate. They pushed me into a chair, and tied me to it. 


"Sadly, you're a threat for us Mathiass. But it's the same process every time, dont worry." 


Mathias sounded a lot more like my name, I thought. 


"Even with our medication you always seem to threat us, we've erases your memory, we've changed your body, your story, everything

 Isn't this what you wanted? A better life? Your brother was very nice to have you as our primary subject, but you're making this harder than it should be."


I stood silent, as the memories started flushing back in my mind. 


"So this is all a fachard? What about those Nazis? You really tried to have me believe I was in some other year? 1924.. What about that girl with my mom's namez what was the point of that?" 


Dr. Grimsbane laughed as he responded. "It's all part of the experiment, Matt".


He walked down to a nearby counter and grabbed a mask. It was shaped like one of the gas masks they used back in Germany, to avoid getting intoxicated. 


"Stop resisting, or we'll have to cut you down piece by piece, and re-create you." His voice was a lot deeper and hard to understand under that mask. 


The other soldiers left the room leaving me alone with the doctor. He pulled down a lever and waited patiently as a purple gas filled the room. 


I tried to hold my breath, tried to get out of the chains that tied me down to the chair, but it wasn't enough. I felt dizzy, but I didn't pass out, my head was just spinning. 


From the door, arrived a very familiar face, and greeted me. I wasn't able to hear but I was able to enjoy seeing Collem's face again. I was happy enough that I stopped resisting and cherished the fact I was able to escape my death once again. 


Collem talked with Dr. Grimsbane, unbothered by the gas, and then made his way to me. 


"Hey brother, we're going to have to take your heart out."


He smiled as he grabbed a knife from the back of his sweater and pounced my chest with it.

A disguised secret tainted the world, while a revolution of killers had arised, but soon failed.  Centuries later, a believer,, known as queen for the revolutioners,  formed a family, which she planned to use for the revolution's cause. She became a grim mother that obsessed over torturing her children; she wanted to watch the world burn. 

Mathias, one of her sons, struggled the most through this tortures. Unconsciously he followed his mother steps, thinking it was love, he became a psychopath, but then it betrayed him. His fate then shows him that the revolution was always meant to happen. 

And so it begins.

The rise of a king.

There she stood. On the stone walkway in the morning breeze. With a smile that lit up the grey sky as her soft golden hair flowed in the morning breeze, her blue eyes adding colour to world around. The flowers seemed to only bloom around her. She had been by my side since I was a child. We grew up together. How she spoke with her delicate voice would fill my head with music and lift me from the darkest parts of my mind. Although, there was always a problem when she spoke. She suggested solutions that wouldn't usually fix things. Yet her voice was so convincing that I would usually agree to it. People would tend to think I came up with the idea.
She didn't really like other people. She only spoke to me for all I knew. She was my only friend. We would talk all day and night. She was with me always never let me feel down. My parents would often come into my room to tell me to be quiet. Even in my dreams she was there, but she only whispered. She whispered so quietly that even the slightest sound of a passing breeze would drown out her voice. 
It all felt sinister in sleep. I couldn't hear the word. She was speaking so quickly and so quietly, almost like a witch casting a spell, or worse, setting a curse. 
As we grew up I was told to stop thinking out loud. She never showed herself to other people. She never liked the other people. She always hid somewhere. I told people this and they never believed me.
One day I was taken to a doctor. He asked me so many questions. She stood behind the doctor as he spoke to me. Her hair covered her eyes and she remained silent. He told me to take medication to help me feel better. I didn't understand what he meant, I felt fine. There was nothing wrong with me. He kept asking about the person I see. He was asking about her. She stood there with a finger to her lips. I knew to stay quiet. Then the doctor told me that if I took the medication i would feel and become a lot stronger. He told me to take it before I went to sleep.
We got home by foot and I carried the medicine in a bag. She told me I didn't need to take medication and that I was perfect the way I was. I was curious about what would happen.
We got home and I placed the medication beside my bed. I spent the rest of the day in my room talking to her. We just spoke about how we would be best friends forever. Before we went to sleep she said something she had never said before. She told me she wanted to be with me forever. Before falling asleep I looked over at the jar of pills and, filled with curiosity, I picked one up and took it and I fell asleep.
The dream wasn't a dream, but it didn't feel like a nightmare. I hated it. It was dark with no end. I could hear a whimpering in the distance. Almost like an angel begging for mercy whilst weakened and exhausted. I followed it leading me to a silhouette. It was looking down and tears of black dripped to the ground. Before I could approach, it let out a scream which woke me up in shock and cold sweat. I couldn't see her. She wasn't here. I ran out my room to look for her, but she was nowhere to be seen. A dark feeling started burning up inside me. I didn't feel stronger. Was she ever really here?
I could feel her somewhere, but I couldn't hear or see her. She couldn't have just vanished. The whole day I spent by myself. No one to tell me that I was ok and that I was amazing. She wasn't here. Later at night I laid on the bed and felt the urge to take a pill again. I saw her in my dream momentarily before her hair turned white. Her eyes from the light spreading blue to a dead grey. She never spoke again. Every night I took the pill. I couldn't stop myself.
I felt lost. Half of me was gone. She was gone.  She was never really there.

The mind is strange, wonderful yet dangerous place. Many souls fight battles against the mind. Let me take you through a journey through a few of those experiences. Let see a minute detail on how dangerous the mind can be.

"There are so many commuters on the train and the journey takes more than 10 hours. How can there be no fever medicine available at all? This is ridiculous."
Su Yan went to ask for a fever medicine but without success. He grumbled as he walked.
One could tell that he was worried.
When he passed by Xuxu, he halted his steps and noticed that she was still calm and collected. He resumed his steps and entered the room.
"Third Brother, sit up quickly and have some water."
Xuxu's cup was on the table. Su Yan conveniently took it and placed it in Yan Rusheng's hand.
He attempted to prop him up on the bed.
"You are too noisy. Get lost."
Yan Rusheng brushed off Su Yan's good intentions and forcefully shoved his hands away. The cup of water spilled all over the place.
After that, he gripped the blanket between his legs. He turned around with his back facing Su Yan. "Xuxu, Xuxu, don't make a noise."
He repeatedly called out Xuxu's name.
Su Yan knew that Xuxu must have appeared in his dreams because he had been thinking about her all day long. The fever must have made him muddle-headed and dazed. 
But in the face of this situation, what should he do?
He felt helpless, yet he couldn't ignore Yan Rusheng—his body was burning. Hence, he turned his eyes to Xuxu once again. "Xuxu, can you teach me how to bring down his fever?"
Before Xuxu could respond, the old lady on the next bed suddenly spoke. "Bring some warm water over. Do you have a towel as well?"
Su Yan looked at the old lady and immediately nodded. "Yes, I have a towel."
He took his bag down from his bed and rummaged through it for a towel. Following the old lady's instructions, he wet the towel and placed it on Yan Rusheng's forehead.
After a while, the old lady spoke again. "You'll need to rinse the towel and reapply."
Su Yan acted according to the old lady's instructions and repeatedly ran back and forth. 
After half an hour, the old lady got down from her bed. She stretched out her hand to feel Yan Rusheng's forehead. She exclaimed, "Oh dear. He's still running a high fever and can't do without medication."
Su Yan got anxious when he heard this. "But there isn't any fever medicine on board." 
In his anxiousness, his non-fluent mandarin sounded even less fluent. 
"Dear commuters, our train is arriving at…"
Just then, there was an announcement informing that the train was approaching the next stop.
Hearing the announcement, Su Yan thought for a moment and dashed out. A train attendant, who was dragging a piece of luggage, walked out of a room from the other end. He immediately ran up to him. "Comrade, may I know for how long will the train be stopping at the next station?" 
The train attendant replied, "It's a major station. Hence, it will stop for approximately 7-8 minutes."
"Okay, thank you." Su Yan thanked the attendant in English before asking again, "Is there any pharmacy at the train station?"
When the train attendant heard Su Yan asking for a pharmacy, he asked with concern. "What happened?"
Su Yan said, "My friend is running a high fever, and the temperature doesn't seem to be going down."
The train attendant replied, "Oh. You can approach the train manager to help you ask around for any fever medicine available." 
Su Yan asked, "Isn't there a pharmacy at the train station?"
When it comes to medication, he felt that it's unsafe to consume it if it's not supplied by the carriage. 
"Hey!" The train attendant thought for a moment and nodded his head. "There is a sickbay, so there could be some fever or flu medication."
Su Yan smiled and thanked him. "Thank you."
The train had pulled to a stop. He went back and walked over to Xuxu. "I'm getting off the train to buy medicine for him. Please help me watch over him for a while."
He knew very well that Xuxu wouldn't respond with the answer he wanted to hear. Hence, he didn't wait for her to reply. He immediately turned around and walked towards the door.


Wen Xuxu is a tenacious, talented, smart and brave woman who was fostered by the Yan family at the age of four when she lost both her parents. 

Brought up to be the successor of a huge conglomerate, Yan Rusheng is an aloof, intelligent and arrogant man who is the most sought-after bachelor in the capital city. 

Despite growing up together, both of them seem to treat each other as an eyesore. She labels him as a jerk and womanizer while in his eyes, she is a shrew. 

Over time, they fall for each other, but they continue to conceal their feelings for each other. By a twist of fate, they are forced into a marriage. And unknown to everyone else and Yan Rusheng, she has harbored a deep secret for many years… 

Keywords: Childhood sweetheart, Womanizer, Aloof, Soulmates, Forced marriage, Orphan, Secretary 

Sugary Scene： 

Suddenly, Wen Xuxu stretched her hand to clutch his wrist and pulled him forcefully. 
Yan Rusheng was caught off guard and he lost his footing. He fell on the bed and then his breathing became sluggish. 
Young Master Yan was afraid that he might lose control of himself and do something to Wen Xuxu... the woman he loathed. So he hastily raised his head. 
But he had barely moved away when Wen Xuxu stretched out her hands and put them around his neck. "Don't leave."

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'6:00-AM' 

With the sun barely emerged from the edge of the horizon, the clock began to sing a tune that awoke Histoire from her sleep that was too shallow for her to experience any dreams. The light on the ceiling did little to no damage to her eyes when she woke up to stare at them again, and the throbbing in her head had ceased. She stretched her arm out to the side to the bedside table to silence the alarm.

Not a second afterwards she turned her head to the other side of the bed where she expected to see the head of blue hair. He was gone. She breathed in deeply and sat up on the bed, pushing the sheets away. The small blanket she draped over his shoulders was neatly folded and placed by the foot of her bed.

'Knowing him, he probably left already,' she thought, and indeed her assumption was accurate. It did not matter much since she was certain she would see him again soon. Then she would have to thank him properly for coming to her aid once again. He was definitely busy, not to mention she had stolen enough of his time last night. In the meantime she wanted to get ready in order to leave for the day.

Jotham would never know she had left the house because her classes would end in a matter of hours and she would be back at the mansion before high noon. A feeling of guilt hid away somewhere in her chest, so she reassured herself by deciding she would stop by a pharmacy on her way back to see what over-the-counter medication she could buy for her condition.

Before she left for the campus, she made sure to drink plenty of water to avoid risking another episode. Deus would not conveniently be present when she was away and she always left her phone at home. The garage door remote was returned to the key rack, proving that Deus had left sometime between her falling asleep a second time and waking up to the alarm clock. She wondered if he ever returned home.

That day's classes went by slower than anticipated. Neither of the twins had made an appearance that morning; not that she expected the 'home-bound TV and video game loving' Tsuki to ever leave her room. Perhaps there were times when she did leave its confinement, to increase her depleting supply of snacks or to buy new video games when she was running out of ones she had not played yet, especially when Itsuki was bound to buy the wrong copy or edition.

Histoire dreaded not asking Itsuki for Tsuki's number when she had the chance the last time she met him. But she had left in such a hurry that day that she did not have the time to consider the thought. The next time she would meet the twins she would ask for Mykel's number in the process. As for Wren, well she would take all the advice she was given and keep her distance from him. Forgiveness was not earned at the drop of a hat, after all.
'11:12-AM'

When she reached the entrance to the pharmacy that stood at corner 9 and Salvador, Histoire closed her umbrella that served as a protective barrier from the drizzle and hopped up the three steps to get inside. Upon entry, she noticed an umbrella rack by the doorway against the wall, beneath it a few pieces of clothes laid down as makeshift 'water-catchers' that prevented the floors from getting wet by water dripping down the long tips of umbrellas.

The rack was near empty with only four umbrella hung up including hers. Most shops were never busy during the rainy days, which was odd considering they were built in the heart of the city. It was winter, and you would think pharmacies would be filled to the last inch by the door with people hoping to buy cough medicines, nasal sprays or ailments for fevers.

Though you would assume people would instantly admit themselves to the hospital in case of the latter. Now that she had taken a brief moment to consider it, her head felt warmer than usual. She did spend a few minutes in the rain the previous evening. It would be no surprise if she caught a cold the next day. Her body was probably weakened last night because of the cold and that may have caused her to lose consciousness, but it seemed unlikely that a mere cold could do that.

'Whatever, I'll just consult the pharmacist and see what he has to say,' she thought monotonously as she walked further into the large room and walked past the racks that carried many boxes of medication and the rest. Jotham nor Deus expressed any worry towards the occurrence, which made her dubious of the fact that it was anything horrendous or alarming.

She wondered why she thought Deus would be concerned about her well-being and stopped by a brunette woman who was halfway bent over and scrutinizing each box of what Histoire assumed were pills for restless nights.

"I recommend you use this brand," Histoire began as she reached past to where the woman was looking and picked up a white-and-pink box, "They'll knock you out in fifteen minutes." She finished off with a warm smile as the woman looked at her with sympathy painted on her facial countenance.

"Actually, my teenage son is the insomniac. I haven't been able to find the right pills in a long time. I asked the pharmacist and he suggested he visits a therapist... little good that did us," the brunette explained gratefully, looking down at the box with a steady gaze. Histoire could agree on that one point; that therapists could not always venture deep into your head to find the root of the cause of your troubles and help you to uproot said problems.

Histoire simply nodded and the woman thanked her as she went to join two other people at the payment line. Histoire made her way to the back end of the pharmacy where the self-medication and prescription booths were, stopping by the self-medication counter where a male pharmacist was waiting to provide his service.

He confirmed her theory that she might be experiencing the early stages of a cold if not a fever, both of which could be easily treated in simple steps. As for keeping herself warm while she was outdoors, Histoire had already fulfilled that criteria as she was clad in a rain jacket, gloves, a scarf, and the usual wig and glasses. 

All she needed to do next was head for home and drown herself in the comfort of a blanket in bed and drink the medication which she would need to melt in hot water.

She thanked the friendly pharmacist and approached the payment aisle where the brunette mother had finished up the payment and was headed to the entrance. She took her umbrella by the rack just as Histoire paid for her medication.

The two women met once again outside the pharmacy, both concealed from the light rain by their umbrellas and a few feet away from each other, preparing to cross the parallel roads. The brunette would cross 9 while Histoire would cross Salvador to the other side, then she would cross two more streets, take a turn, jump another and she would have reached a stop where she could wait for the bus or call for a cab if the bus would not be arriving anytime soon.

The lights were red when she reached the corner, but pedestrians were now able to cross 9. Yet, she noticed that the other figure made no motion to perform that task. Instead, the brunette was digging through her purse as though she were searching for something. The lights finally turned green and the cars driving along Salvador came to a halt while those on the other side were free to cross.

Histoire began to walk forward to cross the street, her eyes facing forward as the little green man began to flash on and off while she reached the middle of the street. She was nearing the end when she was startled by the loud noise of a car's horn. Her heart skipped a painful beat when she thought a car was honking the horn at her because she was too slow at crossing the road. That was not the case.

What she heard next was a sound that made her stomach turn, as though a pair of hands had sunk into her torso and had taken ahold of her insides and twisted them. Her ears and the atmosphere was filled with a crunching noise along with a loud thud, following by the screeching of a few cars. She thought to hurry to the other side while she could, but the many gasps by people walking around the intersection compelled her to stop and turn her head behind her.


Histoire suffers from short-term memory lapses. She begins life anew with a few lost memories including those of a god, Fiend, who is in love with her. Her best friend is also in love with her, but her love interest is someone who lives in another country. She meets a wealthy young man who happens to be her neighbor and an old school mate she forgot about. Together they face hardships until Fiend returns to her and new problems arise. Histoire forms new relationships with other people, but knowing what their fates are, Fiend gives her an ultimatum: that she can only save one out of the five. Who will she decide is worthy of being saved?



Lexus walked back into my room, I closed and locked the door behind him. My heart was throbbing and so what something else. I did what I thought I wouldn’t and made the first move. I grabbed his arm to pull him closer, leaned up on my tip toes and kissed him. It felt like we were kissing for the first time again. My inner dragon felt pleased. 

He pushed me up against the wall and his hand moved under my shirt at my waist while the other arm was against the wall. We made out for a while until he moved his mouth to my neck. I moaned and dug my nails into his back. He put his hand over my mouth so I wouldn’t make any more noises. 

We moved to my bed and made out with him on top of me. We stopped when his phone rang. He rolled off me and was lying beside me. He panted for a second before he answered the phone, “Yeah Sadia?” I felt a panic run through my body. “That’s fine, I’ll meet you at the pack house tomorrow after my last class, okay?” How could he talk to her so normally? “Don’t worry about it, you don’t have to worry about my parents seeing you sleep over so that’s a plus. I’ll talk to you later, okay? Bye.” He hung up. 

“What was that about?” I held back tears because I was reminded that he wasn’t mine. It was so easy to forget that in the middle of making out. 

“Sadia usually sleeps over on Monday’s, but she can’t tonight.” 

“Your parents don’t approve?” I asked. 

He shook his head. “Not before mating. We’ll be mates in a month and a half on our wedding day.” I hated hearing that. “Do you want to keep doing this?” 

I turned my head to hide a tear that ran down the side of my cheek. “Sure…” 

Lexus got up. “Are you going to be okay?” 

“Yeah, I’ll be okay enough. I’ll see you in the morning.” I felt like he wasn’t hiding himself from me as much anymore, but we were still so far apart that it didn’t matter. I watched him leave then fell asleep. 

“Trust me Aqua, you don’t want to be in that position.” A woman said but everything was blurry. “I don’t regret any of it, but I don’t want you to do through the same thing. I still want to save you the heartache. Stop seeing Lexus.” She looked at me, but I was looking at myself as if I was in third person and even though I couldn’t see her clearly, I could tell that she had tears in her eyes. I saw myself shaking my head and speaking but I couldn’t hear myself speak. 

Everything shifted into another time and place. “Open the safe! 336543 is the passcode!” A guard yelled. “The gemstones are gone!” The guard panicked. “Someone alert the Queen and King!” 

I was there again but I still couldn’t hear what I was saying. All I knew was that I was panicking. “It’s okay Aqua, we’ll figure it out, you don’t have to worry. I’m going to protect you,” a blurry figure who looked and sounded like Lexus said. 

I felt dread the entire time until I woke up. I was woken up by an alarm. I got dressed and thought a lot about my dream. I didn’t forget a single detail of it. It wasn’t like my typical dreams, but it felt like the time I dreamt about flying on a dragon out of the human world. When I left my room, Lexus was standing right outside my room. “Oh, I didn’t think you’d be here.” 

Lexus shrugged. “I didn’t smoke this morning, so I got ready earlier.” He walked into my room. “We have two hours until my first class. You want to smoke with me?” He asked. 

I chuckled nervously. “Uh no…” 

He pulled out his lighter. “Why not?” 

“I have a mental disability that makes it hard to remember things and keep attention. I’ve heard weed would just make it worse,” I explained. 

I was afraid about how he’d react. “ADHD?” 

I rubbed the back of my head nervously. “Yeah, I wasn’t sure if you guys had a name for it here.” 

“We were all in the same world once living together, we have a lot of the same terminology and language which is why we can even communicate in the first place.” He had a point. “Were you going to say anything about it?” I shrugged. “Or were you just going to struggle when you ran out of medication?” 

“It wasn’t the best plan, but I was going to cross that bridge when I got there.” I walked to the nightstand and grabbed my medication to take it. “That reminds me… I almost forgot to take it.” 

Lexus watched me. “You did forget.” He lit his blunt. “How’d you sleep?” 

“I don’t know.” I took my medication. “I feel rested, but my dreams were weird. It was blurry but vivid. The actual dream was blurry, and I could see myself in third person, but I couldn’t hear myself.” I sat next to him. 

He looked surprised. “That sounds like a holder dream. What exactly did you see?” He hit his blunt. 

I wondered if it really was a dream of the future, it wasn’t of the past. I described my dream to him in detail. “I think it was my fault the stones went missing.” 

“Who was the woman and why did she know what we were doing? You haven’t told anyone right?” He was more concerned with that than the stones. 

“Of course, I haven’t told anyone. I think she might have been my mother, but it wasn’t made clear in the dream. My intuition is telling me she was my mother. I still don’t know what stones went missing, it just seemed important in the dream.” 

Lexus lit his blunt again and blew out smoke. “They’re five gemstones that have always belonged to the royal family. They’re supposed to be used by holders to increase their abilities in different ways. Right now, the werewolves want it in their possession.” He put his hand on my thigh. 

I blushed. “Oh… well we can prevent it right? It seemed like it was my fault, so I just won’t take any risks.” 

Lexus took another hit of his blunt and blew the smoke out. “We’re going to have to tell my parents about the gemstones." Would the king and Queen even believe me?

In a world where the concept of mates was lost Aqua found out she and the dragon shifter prince were one of the first mates in centuries. Unfortunately their love was forbidden because he was engaged and she had a lack of status. Her lack of status didn't mean she didn't have special abilities unique to her past down from her ancestors. 
Aqua lived her life not knowing love until he showed her love. She was raised by humans who found her as a baby. When she turned nineteen she was visited by a strange man who claimed to be her birth father. He brought her back to the kingdom of dragon shifters to live with them and serve the dragon shifter royal family.
Aqua had many secrets to uncover about her family, the new world she was now apart of, and the other people in it. She didn't want to reject her mate but was an affair the better option? To add to her problems there was conflict between the dragon shifters and werewolves within the kingdom.
Even if her love were to fail the bonds she made with the friends and family around her and the adventure she took won't be for nothing.

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