TrueBloods

I was running. The trees were closing in around me, everywhere I looked, I didn't recognize anything. The moon was full and larger than I'd ever seen it before, shone down on my face, reflecting off my snow-white wings. Wait, why were my wings out? I was supposed to keep them hidden at all times. No. That wasn't important right now. Right now I had to keep running. I had to stop... someone from doing... something. Why can't I remember? I kept running. And running. And running. Finally, the trees cleared and I was standing on a peak, overlooking a huge lake. At the very edge of the cliff, he stood, wings outstretched, but drooping. He was tall, tan, with dark hair and pitch black wings. The complete opposite of me physically, but why did it physically hurt me to see him so sad? I tried to call out to him, only to realize that I didn't know his name. His voice was quiet when he said, "Princess, you shouldn't be here. You made how you feel perfectly clear." He turned to me when I refused to leave. He stalked toward me and I met him halfway, touching his arm, only to be met with a sense of fear and a blinding white light, as well as a high pitched scream which turned out to be me.