Nothing but darkness surrounded the room, a thick mist hung in the air. Making visibility next to impossible. But a figured moved through the darkness, a woman in her twenties. Her skin a dark mocha brown, her thin delicate frame walking carefully in the darkness. Her already big round brown eyes were even wider, trying to see in front of her. A thin hand brushed her short cut spunky black hair from her face. Dressed in contemporary t-shirt and jeans, she paused a moment wrapping her arms around her. Her breath disturbed the mist around her face. Her brown eyes piercing through the darkness, looking. She inhaled sharply to the deep smooth voice that echoed in the darkness. “Spots… I miss you baby. Come home…” His voice made her heart thunder in her chest as she wheeled around to face the sound. Her lips trembled as she saw something in the darkness. A tall muscular figure of a male. His short cut hair was a bit longer in the front and had a clear waviness to it. But his tall well built frame was something she knew by heart. A light shone just behind him in the darkness, making it hard to see his face. Her breath shuddered as tears welted in her eyes. “Ziear! My love! I’m here!” She called to him. With every ounce of strength she bolted forwards, using every fiber in her body to propel her towards her lost love. “Ziear! I’m here! I’m coming home baby!” Her ragged breath echoed in the darkness, her hands out stretch to him. Faster and faster she ran. Tears streaking down her cheeks as she kept calling his name. But he seemed only to get further away. Nearly hysterical she screamed his name. Suddenly time slowed, her heart beats deathly slow in her ear drums and the light was so bright she had to close her eyes. She inhaled and for a fleeting moment, she smelled him. That faint smell of aged red wine and mahogany. Softly his voice whispered in her ear. Nothing like the ethereal echo that she first heard. But his voice whispering, sobbing in her ear. So real she could almost feel his breath and the tears on her skin. ”I can’t do this with out you. I miss you so much Micha…” Her loves broken voice tore away at her soul, her heart feeling as though it was being ripped out, piece by piece. Shuddering gasps left the young Micha as she bolted from her bed in a sitting position. Clutching her blankets, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her watery brown eyes looked over the room. It was her dorm room at the Northdale Elvish Magi Academy on the continent of Olcoron. Her room holding two other beds. The stars twinkled brightly our side the slim windows. She looked down at her hands, smaller they were then in her dream. Her hands touching her round young fifteen year old face, she cries in her hands. As she cries an elf sits up sleepily and gasps looking over at the young human girl. “Oh Micha….” She says sweetly. The elf is as you would expect an elf to look. She is tall and lanky with long brunette silky hair that was braided. Her skin is pale but not too terribly pale. Her ears are long and slender and match her long elegant face. She throws the covers back and rushes to Micha’s side, climbing on her bed next to her. She wraps her arms around her friend, trying to calm her by running her long elegant fingers through Micha short spunky black hair. “You had the dream again, didn’t you?” She says sweetly. Micha nods her head ‘yes’ as she tried to collect herself. An irritated groan comes from the other bed. Another elf sits up in her bed. She crosses her arms in front of her. She is beautiful, much more beautiful then the brunette elf. Her skin is almost white and her hair is long, silky and white. Her grey eyes pierce through the darkness in a glare at the two. “For the love of the gods. Not this again. Is it Lady Destiny’s will I get no sleep!?” Her voice is beautiful, and quite seductive, even at her young age. The brunette elf glares at the silver haired elf. “Nostariel! Have you no sympathy? One would be blind to not see her torment from these dreams!” Her hazel eyes narrow on Nostariel, whom scoffs and turns away from them. “Rossarinya, you should know by now from our teachings as earth mages that nature knows no sympathy.” Nostariel cuts her grey eyes over at Rossarinya and sneers at her. Rossarinya says something in elvish and Nostariel snaps her head at her and gasps appalled. Just as she was about to retort they hush from a small orb of light hovering above the door way. All three girls gasp and look ashamedly at the light with fear and respect. They all scramble to their feet to the sides of the beds. In a matter of seconds the light rains down and there standing before them is an elder male elf. His brown silky hair is streaked grey with age and is long but not as long as the girls. His skin tone is near the same as Rossarinya’s and his gaunt face frowns at Nostariel. His crossed arms disappear into his elaborate green robes. “Master Aemornion!” All three girls gasped looking at their master. “Nature will also protect her own, child.” He says with furrowed brows at Nostariel. His voice is gentle but stern and wisdom seems to emanate from it. “Why do you shed tears, Micha?” The human looks up meekly and wipes the tears from her face. She has all but composed herself now. “I had the dream again…” She says quietly. Her voice is deep and soothing and even though it cracked from the tears, her voice has warmth. Their master sighs looking down. “Come with me child. You two, are to return to sleep.” Micha looks over at Rossarinya timidly and she grabs a robe that lay draped over her bed. She wraps it over her night gown before she follows her master. “Master Aemornion, if I may. If these dreams torment her so, perhaps he is possessed by a demon.” Nostariel says with sass in her voice. She glares at Micha but quickly grins. Demonic possession was an unfortunate possibility with mages due to their link to the elemental and spiritual realms. Micha drops her jaw obviously appalled by the suggestion but Aemornion speaks before she can. “You will speak when spoken to, child and I did not give you permission to speak. Second you have not the proper education on demonic occult to make such a blasphemous accusation. For that you will clean the entire aviary in the morning without the aid of magic. Perhaps that will teach you to hold your tongue.” Nostariel gasps and looks as though she were asked to do the most horrible thing ever conceived. Micha can’t help but snicker at Nostariel as Aemornion puts his left arm behind her to guide her out of the room ahead of him. Once they leave Nostariel huffs throwing herself into the bed. Rossarinya giggles and climbs into her own bed. They walk down the cold halls of the dormitory. The walls are made if granite and seem to keep raising above them in to the dark ceiling above while torches hover about six feet above the ground against the wall eliminating their way as they walk. The unending hallway was broken up only by more doorways to more rooms. Paintings of past mages adorn the walls. Under portraits are plaques of their names and a small description of what they were known for. They finally exit the girl’s dormitory and began to pass the boys dormitory. Micha timidly and quietly follows Aemornion for quite some time before they exit the dormitory area. They walk into a common room that is lined with lush pillows. A warm fire crackles in the fire place. Aemornion motions for Micha to sit as he slowly seats him self with a groan. Micha curls her knees against her body and she wraps her arms around them. “Tell me about the dream Micha.” He says clasping his hands together softly. Micha looks into the fire longingly. Fire was not her element but it brought her much comfort. She sighed and listened to it crackle before she spoke. “It’s the same dream… Over and over again… I’m running… I can hear him calling my name. Calling me out of the darkness… I see a light and I see him… No matter how fast I run… I never get close… until just before I wake…” She says solemnly. The elder elf nods softly, he had more questions but it was clear he needed to allow the little mage to calm down. “I think a warm cup of green tea will do you some good.” He said as with another groan he stands up. “Wait here, Micha.” He said with a warm reply. She tried her best to smile at his thin features but she didn’t feel much like smiling. She curled her hands around her knees, her water brown eyes sliding to the comforting warm fire. She gave a sigh, sniffling slightly, laying her head on her knees. Her eyes looking into the dancing flames. She allowed the crackling and burning sound to fill her senses. Aemornion left the room, leaving her alone for now.