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**Oh ho ho, very interesting ^_^ Btw, this is only from my perspective, so when SS gets back, she should fill in what happens between when I wake and where you ended. You'll get what I mean in a minute.**

I sat up for a moment, but I was not really awake.Ie was at the top of a building, sitting next to a man, Fallon, my old master. Fallon turned to me. "What do you want from life, Arcaida?" "Everything" I said, surprising myself. "Fame, fortune, power, anything that will have me recognized in this world." Suddenly what I had just said felt wrong to me.
"No, thats wrong...I don't want to be seen anymore...But what do I wan't?"
Fallon laughed. "No one knows what they really want in life until they have it...or was it until they lose it?" With that, Fallon got up and streched his wings. "How do you feel about women, boy?" Fallon asked with a smile. Suddenly I realized this dream was not a memory of the past, but rather something else entirely, for my master had never asked me about women. " What is this? This never happened..." Fallon turned around. "Do dreams always have to recreate the past, Arcaida? I though it was called a dream becuase there are no rules...is it not?" Arcaida laughed this time. "I suppose...Women are complicated. They're soft and sweet on the outside, but you never know what they're thinking. I hate not knowing what people think." "love," said Fallon. " is born from understanding. Learn to understand, Arcaida." Before I could respond, a sharp pain in my chest woke me up. I sat up in bed, carefully taking in my surroundings. I had been shot, and now I was alive, and from the looks of it, inside Lizzy's house. My mind thought over the dream I had had. "...Love...understanding...what nonsense." Just as I thought this, Lizzy opened the door carrying a fresh set of bandages. She looked surprised for a second, and then a great look of relief passed over her face. She walked up to me and starred at me a little longer. "Did you sleep well?" She said, smiling a smile like none I had ever seen. I blushed, though I quickly hid it as not to seem smitten. Just as I thought, love was a one way street, and a load of rubbish. "I slept fine. A bullet to the chest never bothered me too much."