My name is Selene Davis. I've never been what people typically consider normal, but then again how exactly do you define normal? I don't listen to the popular music or wear the popular styles. Finding a boyfriend, attending parties, and starting drama aren't the sole reasons I attend high school. I don't have several hundred friends on Facebook and I don't talk behind anyone's backs. I'll say what I want when I want, I can be random, and over all, I'm not too good at taking orders. I tend to not be very social, but that doesn't mean that I'm shy or that I don't like people. I'm neat, my favorite season is autumn, and I like to climb trees to watch the sky and eat ham and apple sandwiches. This may all seem pretty average, but I haven't gotten to the weird part yet. I see dead people. Kidding, I just couldn't resist. But no, really, I see creatures. Demons, spirits, aliens… hell I don't know what they are, and I'm not about to ask.
I didn't realize it was unusual when I was kid, heck my parents even played along. "Yes," They would say. "Sylvia your fairy friend can have a cookie as well." Seriously… what did they think I did with those extra cookies? I wasn't that chubby of a kid or anything. When I started school they began to get fed up with my talk. They told me that I should stop spending so much time with my "imaginary" friends and talk to the girls in my class. I tried to convince my parents that my friends weren't imaginary, but that just got me into therapy. They thought I was schizophrenic or something. For all I know I actually could be, but I highly doubt that. Which brings to mind the question, does a crazy person know they are crazy? Well, I got sick of therapy pretty fast and lied my way out. That's when I realized that ignoring what I see was the best way to cope. Little did I know that ignoring could only last so long.
It started on an average day. A day like any other day which meant that school was a drag, I had a ton of English homework that I had no intention of doing and my so called best friend talked every chance she had about her amazingly interesting love life. Yes, Tanya is one of those friends. The ones you have no idea why you hang out with since they don't give a damn about you, but you do so anyways because you don't have anyone else. When I got home my mom asked me how school went and I gave her the usual vague happy answer she wanted to hear. Dinner was take out Chinese Dad picked up on the way home from work eaten in front of the TV as we watched the news, after which, I retreated to my room. I fell asleep after a couple hours on my laptop, and that was when it truly began.
In my dream, I saw man. I didn't recall anything about his appearance later except for the fact that his eyes were orange. And not a bland yellow brown color, a true orange with a hint of red that reminded me of a dying candle flame. He walked towards me. His stride was full of confidence and he gave off an aura of authority. The sheer power of him made you feel like you had to kneel before him, and to my chagrin I found myself doing just that.
The corner of his mouth turned up in a smile that wasn't entirely kind as he gazed down at me with those burning eyes of his. He towered over me since I was still kneeling, and it made me feel weak and vulnerable. I was still annoyed that I had knelt in the first place. None of this I liked. Gathering my strength I tried to stand. It was difficult, as if his overwhelming presence was physical force, but I managed. He was still about a head taller than me, but I looked up and met his gaze with a smirk. His eyes seemed to hold a hint of surprise which made the effort of standing completely worth it.
All of a sudden, he laughed, "You really are something. " Before I could reply, he leaned in and kissed me. I was taken completely by surprise and didn't try to resist. "I've been looking for you for a long time Selene." Overcoming my surprise I was flooded with other emotions, but I found that I couldn't speak. The man's eyes sparkled with amusement showing that he knew of, and perhaps caused, my silence. I gave him my best glare and crossed my arms in hopes of conveying my annoyance. "Now now, there's no need to get all moody." He reached out and grabbed my right hand, uncrossing my arms in the process. He took my wrist in both hands, and it began to feel warm. His eyes danced and he smirked, an expression that didn't seem completely human. "You're mine now." I gasped in pain as my wrist began to burn. I struggled to try and free myself, but his grip was too strong. When the pain grew unbearable, things began to grow dark and the scene slowly faded away. The last thing I remember was him whisper, "I'll be waiting for you."
When I woke several thoughts came to me at once. That was a really vivid dream. What did it mean? Who was that man and why did he have orange eyes? How can you faint in a dream? And why does my wrist hurt so badly? My eyes snapped open at the last thought and I pulled my arm out from under the blankets to examine it. When I did, my eyes widened in surprise. On my wrist was a bracelet. I couldn't tell what it was made out of, but it was beautiful. It was a simple black band, and when I moved my hand it reflected different colors, sort of like a black opal or an oil spill. I tried to take it off, but it wouldn't budge. I glared at it wondering if my dream had been real, and if it related at all to my ability to see creatures. With a sigh I got up and began to get dressed. As I did the words from the night before came back to me. You're mine now. I huffed. I belonged to no one, especially not a weird, orange-eyed dream man.
After that, nothing really unusual happened. I had an increasing sense of restlessness, but I attributed it to the fact that it was my senior year. School flew past in a flurry of tests and applications. I wasn't really sure where I wanted to go or what I wanted to do with my life. The only thing I had really decided is that my major would be undecided. Kind of ironic right? I applied to many different colleges, but none of them really caught my eye. That was, until I found out about St. Francis University. There was nothing really special about the pamphlet. It had the usual pictures of a pristine campus with large brick buildings and perfectly manicured lawns, and the inside was filled with all of the University's best qualities. Despite this I decided to look up more information on it. It was pretty isolated, with the nearest town a half an hour away by a bus which made daily trips between. The scenery was beautiful since north of campus was solid wilderness. There were mountains, a large forest, and a lake. St. Francis was a University that specialized in the environmental sciences, but it had a wide range of other majors. The next day I put in my application.
My parents were a bit upset when I got accepted since it was several hours away, but they eventually got used to the idea. I still wasn't sure exactly what I felt about St. Francis. All I knew was that it was where I had to go. The restlessness was to the point where I was about to take my stuff and catch a train, but I managed to hang in until move in. Everything seemed to blur together; packing, the trip to campus, unpacking, saying goodbye, and new student orientation. The next thing I knew I was settled in and felt more at home than I had with my parents.
When we had a bit of a break the day before class started, my roommate, Kelly, and I went and sat outside. The sun was high in the sky, and the weather was still nice. There were a few other students lounging about, and that was all. I didn't see any other creatures of any sort. This had surprised me when I first arrived since my home town had been full of them. It was kind of a relief. Kelly stretched out with a smile and said. "I love it here so far." I nodded in agreement. Kelly and I got along pretty well, and our appearances were almost complete opposites. Kelly had short dark hair, well-tanned skin, and olive green eyes. My hair was long and blonde, my skin was pale, and my eyes were a clear blue. Kelly winked at me. "I've heard that not only the scenery here is beautiful. There's already tales going around of the hot upperclassman. A couple of cute girls like us should be able to nab boyfriends in no time right?"
I laughed. Though I had just met her recently, I could tell that Kelly loved to flirt and socialize. It sometimes made me wonder why she chose to attend class in such an out-of the-way place. She seemed like a city girl. "Should we place bets on who gets one first?"
Kelly's eyes sparkled. "Definitely you. Guys like the blonde hair blue eye combo."
I shook my head. "I doubt it. My bet's on you."
Before we could continue our conversation any further, we were approached by another freshman that we had befriended during orientation. Her name was Casey; she had short blonde hair a few shades darker than mine and gray eyes obscured by a pair of glasses. She was soft-spoken and kind of shy, but the three of us got along well. Casey's roommate, on the other hand was another story.
"Are you talking about the boys here?" We nodded and she continued. "I just saw a group now."
She sat on the bench next to Kelly, who immediately asked for the details. "So what were they like?"
Casey shrugged. "The one who appeared to be the leader was good looking, I guess, but in an unreal way. He kind of scared me." Seeing our questioning glances she continued. "I don't really know why. There was just something about him that was dangerous, and he had orange contacts."
My eyes widened. Orange contacts? Were they really contacts? Could it be the man who appeared in my dream almost a year before? I rubbed my right arm just above the bracelet, a habit I had developed when I was nervous. "Are you positive his eyes were orange?" I asked, hoping my emotion didn't show in my voice. I wasn't even really sure what I was feeling, but whatever it was, whoever he was, I had to find out.
Casey and Kelly gave me weird looks, so apparently I hadn't been successful. "Yeah." Casey replied.
"Where was he?" I was already gathering my stuff and standing up.
"Jeez, Selene. Eager to win the bet for me?" Kelly asked. Her tone was teasing, but her expression was serious.
I ignored her and watched Casey expectantly. Casey looked away, "Over by the science buildings."
"Thanks." I said and walked away, not looking back. Could it really be him? Could the answers I've been seeking really be here at my school? The whole situation seemed kind of fishy, but I wasn't about to let this chance go.
There were some students outside around the science halls as well, and I looked at the boys closely searching for familiar orange eyes. As I looked, a man in his early 20's approached me with a charming smile. "You look a little lost. Are you new here?"
I nodded, rubbing my right arm since it felt kind of hot and uncomfortable. "I'm new, but I'm not lost. I'm just looking for someone"
"I can help you if you'd like. Who're you looking for?"
He seemed nice enough, and my search would probably go a lot faster with help. I was about to reply when I a voice behind me said. "Now Rick, you should know better than to flirt with a married woman."
The boy named Rick's eyes opened in surprise. "Married? Wouldn't have guessed that. Sorry Aster." He turned and left with a slight wave.
I watched him leave in dismay and rubbed my arm again, before turning to face this Aster. Whoever he was, he seriously had pissed me off by scaring off my help and making up some married crap, and I was going to tell him so. What I saw made me swallow my words, leaving me speechless. Aster stood about a head taller than me, he had black hair that just passed his shoulders, and a curling red tattoo on the right side of his face. The tattoo drew attention to his eyes. His orange eyes. I took a step back and pointed at him. "It's you!"
Aster watched me blankly for a moment before laughing. I don't know what he expected my reaction to be, but that hadn't been it. He took my pointing hand in his and lowered my arm, grasping my bracelet in the process. The burning stopped and I narrowed my eyes to glare suspiciously at him. "It's you." He replied.
I yanked my arm away, and he didn't try to stop me. "You owe me some answers."
He huffed and crossed his arms. "I owe you nothing. You sure took your sweet time getting here. It's almost been a year. I was about to go and get you myself and trust me you wouldn't like that outcome."
I ignored his complaining, focusing only on the owing me nothing part. Like hell I was going to let him get away with that. I held out my right arm. "Owe me nothing? Bullshit! What is this? Who are you? What do you want? And what the hell do you mean by married?"
At this point the other students were beginning to stare. Some were watching me with amazement. Apparently people didn't challenge Aster very often. He certainly wasn't used to it. His eyes were slits and looked kind of snaky. He grabbed my arm again, and this time he wasn't letting go. "You want explanations? Fine! I'll give you explanations." He dragged me towards the forest. People were definitely watching now.
"Where are you taking me?" I asked still trying to get away.
He stopped for a moment to look back at me. "Shut. Up."
And I did. This guy could be seriously scary. Shouting at him maybe hadn't been my best idea. I just wanted some answers. Was that really too much to ask? Apparently orange-eyed Asster thought so. Yes, I purposely spelled that Ass-ter. I gave in and stopped struggling, and instead tried to remain content just glaring at his back.
I'm not sure exactly how long we walked, but after a while Aster stopped and released me. He then sat with his back against a tree. "I'll put this simply so even a stupid human like you can understand." I bit my tongue to refrain from commenting on the 'stupid human' part and sat across from him. "I'm one of the four dragon lords, and I chose you as my wife. That bracelet is made from my scales and is a symbol of our union."
I waited for him to say something else, but he appeared to be finished. This guy really had a talent for making me speechless, something that didn't happen very often. All I could manage was, "And why didn't I get a say in this?"
Aster trained his gaze on me. "Like I care about your opinion. Fifty years or so ago there was a prophecy made about a girl who would be the reincarnation of the moon goddess that would bring power and prosperity to her husband and his clan. Getting to the point, that's you."
I sputtered. "That's ridiculous. You chose me for such a stupid reason. How are you even sure it's me?"
"That prophecy was a hell of a lot more complicated than that and gave specific ways to identify you. Such as, you were born during a solar eclipse, you can see creatures, your appearance fits, and I'm too lazy to go through everything else. Now you have your answers. And I'll expect you to be more respectful in the future. I'm a dragon, and your lord husband." He smirked. "I think I'll require you to call me Lord Aster from now on or maybe Master Astarot."
The arrogance and confidence in that last statement broke my silence. I grabbed a rock and threw it at his face. He easily caught it, but his expression was priceless. I stood and did my best curtsy. "If you'll excuse me, Master Astarot, I'll be taking my leave now." I packed in as much sarcasm as I could in that statement before turning and leaving him behind.
My name is Selene Davis. I've never been what people typically consider normal, but then again how exactly do you define normal? I just started college at St. Francis University which is several hours from my home town. So far, I don't miss it at all. Despite the fact that I'm not the most social of people, I've already made two great friends. I'm not very good at dealing with people who are overly demanding and arrogant, and am rarely made speechless. I'm organized, my favorite color is blue, and I like to climb trees to watch the sky and eat ham and apple sandwiches. This may all seem pretty average, but I haven't gotten to the weird part yet. I've just discovered that I'm the reincarnation of a moon goddess, and a dragon lord's bride….wtf!