That night, I had a strange dream. I was in the burning house, but I looked like myself. I managed to save the girl, but got second degree burns doing it. Of course they didn’t hurt, it was a dream. Once I was out of the house, I just looked up at the sky and saw her, the tiara wearing woman, hovering above the treeline, watching me.
I asked the little girl if she was alright, just like I did when I was actually saving her. It was then when the dream took an odd turn. The strange woman swooped down and picked me up. “We need to talk.” she said.
“Good. I have so many questions.” I told her.
“How did you take control?” she asked.
“Control, of what?”
“Me.”
“I just woke up.”
She stared at me. I could tell by her look that she thought I knew something more, which I swear I didn’t.
“My turn. Who are you?” I asked.
“The immortal.”
“THE immortal?”
“It’s more of a title than anything else.”
“I want answers.” I demanded.