The Daydreamer Saga:Part 1

A girl, about 14, with light blonde hair and light blue eyes that lack shine and pale skin, wearing a formal garb walks out of a church. She follows a group of people, assumed to be her family, to a red Honda Element. Just as she is about to open the door, she notices something in the corner of her eye move. She turns to see what it is, but she doesn't see a thing. She studies the spot closley and sees a bit of white-blonde hair being blown in the wind from behind one of the other vehicles in the parking lot. She goes into the back of her family's Honda, keeping an eye on the hair. Just as the Element has moved around enough for the girl to see the owner of the hair, a white-blue blurr zooms from the spot to the treetops above the houses nearest to the church. Just as this girl moves to get a better look at the white-blonde creature, her family's Honda zooms out of her range of sight, thus making her believe she was only seeing things...

Years pass, and this girl is now a senior in high school. Her eyes are as lightless as ever, and her hair is so long that it touches the floor, even when she stands. She is sitting in her desk the day after mid-terms, and her hair has been put into a long ponytail. She slouches in her desk, awaiting the next long and boring lecture from her World History teacher by doodling in a sketchbook. Just as the teacher takes a deep breath to begin his lecture, there is a knock on the door. The teacher goes to answer it, and a young boy, about the girl's age, walks in. He has long, well taken care of white-blonde hair that hangs over the left half of his face, and he has blue-grey eyes, wearing a shirt and jeans that match them. Both of his hands are tucked into his pockets and he shyly mumbles, "Ummm... Hello. Is this the World History classroom?" The teacher responds, "Yes, my young lad. Who may you be?" "My name's Herashio... and I'm new here." "Very well then." The teacher points to the girl. "You can sit by her. She doesn't talk much, so you won't get much out of her." Herashio nods and does so. As he makes his way to sit down, the rest of the class follows his movements with their heads. Once he sits down, the class looks back and forth between the girl and him. Just as they are about to mutter something, they get a cold glare from the girl and they all turn around out of fear. Herashio smiled at the girl and said, "Nice trick!" The girl merely directs her glare towards him and he chuckles. "I get it. You aren't the open type of person. How about we talk at lunch?" The girl merely grunts and goes back to her drawings.

At lunch, Herashio finds this girl and sits next to her. The rest of the students in the cafeteria stop their chatter and turn to watch. One of the students at a table near the girl mutters, "It's the guy who got Akira to grunt!" Herashio looks at the girl and says, "Hi there. My name's Herashio. How about you?" The girl gave him her trademark glare and locked onto his eyes for a minute before responding, "Akira," and turning back to her drawings. The rest of the students gasped and one of them cried, "He got her to talk!" "You like drawing, Akira?" Herashio asked. "Yeah. Got a problem, new guy?" "Not at all. Can I see what you're working on?" Akira hesitated for a second before handing the sketchbook over to him. He took a good look at it and whistled. "You're good, girl! Where did you get such skill?" Akira looked at him questioningly for a second. "You mean you don't think it's freaky?" she asked. Herashio shook his head and returned the book to her. She smiled and said, "Thank you very much." Herashio smiled in response to her smile and said, "You look better when you smile, Akira. You should do it more often." Akira's face went a little red and she mumbled, "Thanks." "Want to hang out together after school?" Akira nodded and answered, "Sure."

"That was great!" Akira said. Her hair was now out of its ponytail because the wind was blowing strong enough to keep it off of the ground. Herashio was walking besdes her, and apparently they were walking home. "Trust me. I can do much better than that," Herashio said. "I guess I'll have to wait and see another day then, huh?" Akira replied. After a block of silence, Akira mumbled, "I can't believe it was so fun spending my time outdoors." "Huh?" Herashio grunted. "You're an indoor person?" Akira nodded. "I thought that was make-up you were wearing that made your skin so pale..." "Nope. I never really had the incentive to go outside untill now. This shade of pale is only possible after nearly 18 years of no sunlight on the skin." "Well, you look beautiful as you are right now. It would be a shame for yur skin to get some color." Akira looked away as she blushed. "Th-Thanks..." she mumbled. Another block had passed, and suddenly a giant glacier of ice appeared in front of the two of them. Herashio grabbed Akira's left arm and said, "Don't move. Someone's here..." "Right you are, Herashio," a male voice said. Herashio and Akira looked in the direction of the voice and saw a man with white-blonde hair and white-blue eyes, wearing white-blue robes. Herashio glared at him and mumbled, "Taas..." Akira looked at Herashio with a puzzled look and said, "You know him?" "Of course he knows me, girl," Taas answered. "We were only friends for the past 50 years." "50!?!" Akira asked. "But he's only 17!" "That is where you're wrong, girl," Taas said as he jumped down to the same level as the two 17-year-olds. Herashio moved in front of her and demanded, "What do you want, Taas?" "How much does she know of our kind?" "Nothing at this point." "Good. And it's going to stay that way forever." Herashio's eyes widened as Taas's eyes glowed the same shade of blue that they were. He quickly turned to grab Akira, but she was encased in a block of frozen ice. "What did you do to her!?!" Herashio demanded. "I just froze her body, is all. This way, she will never know the secrets of our kind." "And what if she does!?! She looks almost exactly like our queen! All we'd have to do is bleech her hair and she'd be a perfect match to replace the fallen royal bloodline!" "The one that you destroyed, Bane." Herashio chuckled and asked, "Do you have proof of this accusation?" "Yes. The evidence against you is so bloody and gruesome, I dare not repeat it. Need anything else?" Herashio chuckled once more. "So you think you've finally caught him, do you?" "I don't think that I've caught him, I know that I... IMPOSSIBLE!!!" Herashio turned to look behind him and the ice around Akira had disappeared. She was free now, but she had a hard time breathing. "How did you get out of there, Akira!?!" Herashio asked. "I-I don't know," she answered. "I just heard this woman's voice and suddenly things felt warm again..." Taas muttered somthing and said, "So, that foolish woman has chosen yet another Agent?" Herashio and Akira disappeared in a flash of white light. Taas chuckled and muttered, "Well, this is both good and bad. I have found a soft spot in the infamous Herashio Bane, but this very weakness is one of my enemies. I wonder how things will turn out..."

Akira appeared in a blindingly white room and a strange white light was in front of her. "Your name from now on shall be Daydreamer," a woman's voice said. Akira figured that it came from the light and recognised it as the voice she heard while encased in the ice. "If you mention your real name to anyone other than one of my Agents, it will only bring suffering to yourself. Is this understood?" "Sort of..." Akira answered. "Good enough." The white light and its room disappeared from Akira's vision, and now she was in a very dense forest. She noticed that her hair was in a ponytail again, and now she wore a black dress without straps. Her ears were now elven, and there were tear drop earrings haning from them the same color as her eyes. She also had a necklace that matched the earrings, and she wore a black headband with sky blue diamonds on it. She looked around the forest and asked, "Where am I?"