She moved up the spiral stairs in her house, there was a tightness in her chest. The lighting in her house was all wrong. It wasn?t soft, like the water beneath the ocean, filtered through the several stained glass windows she had about. No, it was unlike anything she had ever seen before in her waking life. The sky outside the windows was a sickly green and it turned the pastel colors of the interior into grays. While she had seen her share of lightning- indeed, she often used to stand on her balcony far above the ocean watching it out over the sea-the crack of it now had her jumping. She swore it had hit one of the trees in her orchard, but she couldn?t make herself turn to go outside and inspect it.

Instead, she continued up the stairs and paused on the landing. She had several hallways to choose from while before her was set the wall of windows looking down upon the courtyard garden. Across from that, she could see the doors to her own master bedroom. She was tempted to turn to the right and head that way but instead she moved towards her left. She passed right by the extension of the hallway that would lead to her room as well as the nursery and continued until she came to the bay window at the end, overlooking one of the gardens.

She refused to look to her direct left- Amanda?s room. The door was ajar. It wasn?t that this was an abnormal occurrence, Amanda didn?t mind leaving her door open in case one of the other children felt like wandering in. However, at the moment, it just screamed, ?don?t open me!? The tight feeling in her chest increased, something along the lines of couple of elephants doing the waltz.

She closed her eyes, set her hand against the door, and pushed. The door moved slowly against the cr?me carpet to reveal blood to eyes, narrowed at first for just a peek before flying open. She had certainly seen more blood present in a bar fight, but the way it was splashed across the usually pristine room was revolting. More so was the heart, drawn on the wall in still dripping blood. The paintbrush? Lying at the foot of her bed, just out of Jewell?s reach as she sunk to her knees, hands coming up to cover her eyes.

Instead of darkness, she was greeted with the bright light of day shining through dark lashes and the leaves high above her. She opened her eyes fully and groaned, shifted her arms-asleep and numb by now- out from under her head. The memory of her dream was a dark blot on the sunny day that found her sleeping on the grass outside the clubhouse.

She rolled over onto her stomach and tried to go back to sleep, she didn?t always get enough at night with twin two-year-olds constantly waking her up. Unfortunately, flashes of red and blood were all that greeted her eyes when she closed them- images out of a bad horror movie. She banged her fists on the grass in frustration and just screamed.

Jewell sat in the clubhouse yard beneath the shade of a lily. It was much harder for someone to bother her when she was only a few inches tall- hidden amongst the uncut grass that towered above her. In her solace, she sat meditating. She only had some twenty-eight years of memory to dig through but she had long ago repressed many of the things she had once known.

Something about the scene she had Seen in Amanda?s bedroom struck a chord. It was something deep within that was just out of her reach. That day, it seemed so long ago to her now, when she had gained her brand of flames by grabbing hold of the Trident of Aquarius and decimating an army she had gotten a glimpse into another world- the lives of the men and women of the past that had wielded that that pole-arm before her. She thought that, if she tried hard enough, she could remember what she had once seen.

There was waking up to the cr?me colored walls of the medic wing. Her mind reeling- unable to grasp what had landed her in her present condition. Instead, her mind was filled with foreign thoughts, memories of others that she would not speak of. Their lives, deaths, war and peace- confrontation.

She was in a man?s body, staring out defiantly at a circle of five people surrounding him. A familiar weight was in his hands, the trident, held forward incase they tried to rush him.

?You know what we?ve come for, Anias. You have gone to far,? spoke the women directly before him. Jewell recognized her colors and garb to be from Pyra, another planet in her home-world?s system. She stood tall and thin, dark hair falling down her back and caressing her tanned skin. Her eyes were as hard as flint and in her hand was a small cylinder that Jewell knew would extend into a whip of flame if the need arose.

?You will not deprive me of what is rightly mine!? Anias?s scream came out girlishly high with emotion, his fist shaking as it gripped the trident tighter.

?Was rightfully yours, before you abused it,? argued a smaller girl- also dark skinned but with almost white hair. She wielded energy that sparkled like lightning in her hands.

He growled before advancing at the nearest one, the woman from Pyra. He had barely taken two steps forward before he was struck down by the lightning that the girl wielded as well as other, unseen forces from the remaining soldiers in the circle. They did not kill him- that had not been their mission. Instead, they performed a ritual, which would deprive him of his title- cut his link with his home world. He would no longer serve as the protector for Aquarius; the trident was no longer his. They turned their back on him and walked away, the pathetic wails of a broken man following them.

She reeled back as the vision, a memory obtained from another?s life, ended. She shuddered, knowing why she had hidden that memory into the deep recesses of her mind. To be dispossessed of the power, the link to her world, was something she couldn?t even imagine; the pain would be beyond excruciating. Her head throbbed as she cradled it in her hands, trying to make the connection between her dream and the memory.