MANHATTAN, NEW YORK 2019
BELLE: MONTFORT MANSION. My attachment to the mahina (moon) must have been the center of my life. I have been sleeping in peace for quite some time now. I haven’t dreamed of Ezra or the man without a face. A year or so? But tonight, I dream of him. Me and him on a different dimension. A different world? Clothed in medieval times. I am in a red ball gown, and Ezra wore richly embellished cloaks and tunics, leggings, and trousers with a poulaine shoe.
In my deep slumber, my soul brought me somewhere I had never been. People that I never met except for Ezra. They spoke ancient English, Gaelic, and French. They called me Princess Elyse. Like how Ezra called me three years ago when I was only sixteen. It was about this time of year. Summertime.
I woke up with my Aunt
