awakening

With a jolt as if she had been dropped down from the sky, Anthea's eyes shot open. Tears still streaming down her cheeks as she could feel her night gown sticking to her chest and the small hairs on the back of her neck. She didn't know how long she had been laying there as the tears continued to stream.

A nightmare.

It had to have been a nightmare. He couldn't be dead.

Her savior.

Fully waking up from her sleep state her eyes widen fully taking in the room. Sitting up her eyes only widen more as she took in the complete room. It looked the same as it had years before she left. She couldn't remember the last time she had seen it. She was only a child at that time, Fifteen.

Fifteen?!

Gazing down at her hands they looked smaller, more smooth than her twenty-five year old hands had once been. Quickly getting out of bed she quickly rushed over to the mirror. Her eyes widening in realization as she took in her appearance.

Her once beautiful mature appearance had reverted back to her childlike appearance. Even at the age of fifteen her appearance still looked like that of a five year old. All because of the curse she had. Her long honey brown hair seemed to shined healthy in long waves down her body almost reaching the ground. Her icy light blue eyes always felt haunting to her. Too much ice that needed fire, her mother had once said to her. Her skin fair from the little exposure to sun, and the marking of her curse that laid on the center of her forehead. Her people would call it a blessing, the first child born with the kiss of their guardian spirit. In a light blue shade the seal on her forehead resembled that of a blooming lotus cradled on top of a crestmoon.

With a tremble in her hands she reached up slightly tracing the seal on her forehead. Had she really gone back in time?

But how?

As the last memory of his death filled her mind tears once again resurfaced. If she really had gone back. That means he's still alive.

With that in mind her heart filled with a release of grieving relief as she fell on her knees. Cupping her hands in prayer tears spilled down her cheeks as she closed her eyes.

If this was a miracle, she wanted nothing more but to see him once again. Her savior, she wanted to replay him with this new life. She would give up her own if it meant he would not fall down that broken glass path once again.

Opening her eyes, a feeling swirled inside of them as she started recalling in her memories. Trying to recall how far in time she had gone back in the events to come. If she was fifteen now, that would mean in the next few weeks rumors of her existence would reach the ears of the ill emperor.

Around time the pervious emperor illness had already grown worse. His illness remaining hidden from the public as he had his private doctors search for a cure. Years ago it was then that the rumors of a blessed child being born reached the emperor's ears. Searching for the child, years passed before word of a small village tribe deep in the mountains rose. In that moment it wasn't just only the emperor's ears the rumors had reached by the ears of a group of black market bandits. Her savior and a couple of royal guards had barely reached her tribe before managing to save a few of the villagers and herself.

After saving her life that blood stained day. Her heart knew he had become the burning fire her mother had once spoken about.