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The first time he sees her when he closes his eyes, feels her, it is strange. Almost unsettling. Despite this, the girl, all grace and beauty and dignity is enchanting; she's a vision, in dazzling silk and decorated with these shiny white pearls and she is so small, dainty, like a porcelain doll. Delicate and breakable.
He looks at her remain still for a beat, staring—he just knows she is waiting for something, that foreboding feeling permeating the air. Those eyes, those dangerously hypnotic purple eyes stare, into the far-off distance for a second. A second more.
And then, and only then, does she move. Every step is like a dance, shifting her body, craning her neck to some invisible music only she could hear. She draws her sword, striking in and of itself, pure white, the ribbon on the end buffeting in the wind as she raises the lethal blade in an arc of destruction.
She moves again, back and forward, back and forward, and in that often disconcerting way that dreams often behave, the rest of her setting flashes around her, simultaneously present and nonexistent.
What he can gather, can remember, is that she is stood in some kind of forest, or wood. But, again, he can feel something off. Not quite right. And suddenly, he feels as if he can hear the song too, symphony of pain and torture and unbridled fear, and the discordant melody is horrible, making his head ache, but he hears now, as his head spins.
He turns his head (because all of a sudden he's there now, he's everywhere and nowhere, omniscient in his own mind, monster of his own making—) and he understands, truly this time and looks at her and something within him, something visceral tells him the answer. But it is too early and the message is almost garbled; somehow, impossibly, he is drawn to her.
The girl, the woman's gaze, is strong. And her eyes. He looks into her eyes, self-contained galaxies, her eyes turning pleading as they meet his. What is it? He wants to ask. Have I met you before? I definitely have, it's just that—
But his mouth is frozen, in stasis. She opens her mouth, trying to say something, and then—